Every time I closed my eyes, I saw my father-in-law’s face—the fear in his eyes more terrifying than any threat. If it had all been a joke, why would a man used to power and wealth look as though he was waiting to die?
On the fourth day, I turned my phone back on.
More than two hundred missed calls. Messages flooding in. My mother crying. My father begging. My husband’s messages shifting from rage, to worry, to desperation.
One text came from an unknown number:
“You made the right choice by leaving. Do not come back. No matter what happens.”
No name was needed. I knew who it was.
That evening, the headlines exploded.
My husband’s family conglomerate was placed under immediate investigation.
Money laundering. Construction fraud. Decades of covered-up accidents.
Then came the final, brutal update.
The former CEO—my father-in-law—had died of a heart attack.
I collapsed onto the floor.
No one knows that before he died, he saved me.
Three weeks later, an unmarked envelope arrived. Inside was a USB drive and a handwritten letter.
The writing was unsteady, but the words were clear.
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