2026-09-22 08:22:49“Two targets,” Garrett said, his voice flat. “My first target is my wife, Evelyn Dalton.”
Jason picked up the paper and adjusted his reading glasses. “Give me the specifics.” “Evelyn Ross. Thirty years old! Senior marketing specialist at Apex Media Group. Her office hours are eight-thirty to five, but for the past six months, she’s claimed to work late three or four nights a week.” Jason’s pen scratched across his notepad. “Does she drive?” “A white 2021 Toyota Camry. It’s registered under both our names, but I paid it off last year.” “What about her routine?” “She drops our son off at school at eight-fifteen every morning. Tuesdays and Thursdays, she claims to go to a gym on 4th Street after work. Verify whether she’s actually going inside or meeting someone in the parking lot.” Jason nodded, jotting down the details. “Alright. If she’s not working late or at the gym, my people will find out where she really goes. Now, who’s target number two?” Garrett’s jaw tightened slightly. “Her lover. Theo Hudson.” Jason’s pen stopped. “The Hudson Group’s Theo Hudson?” “The same one.” Jason looked up. “You mentioned him earlier. You’re sure he’s the man?” “I saw him outside my son’s school. He showed up in a Bentley, kissed my wife, and my five-year-old son ran straight to him—” “He called him Daddy?” Jason’s hand froze over the notepad. The room fell silent. “Did you get the plate?” he asked. Garrett nodded and pointed to the bottom of the page. “7-X-R-9-0-2. Black Bentley. Tinted windows. He pulled up outside the elementary school on Oak Street at three-fifteen.” Jason studied the number. “Good. I can run it through my DMV contact and have his registration, insurance records, and home address within twenty minutes.” “I want more than his address.” Garrett looked him straight in the eye. “I want to know where he goes, who he meets, and where he spends his nights. If he and Evelyn are meeting at hotels, I want the hotel name, room number, and timestamped photos.” Jason narrowed his eyes. “You’re building a paper trail for the divorce.” “I’m looking for proof,” Garrett corrected him. “When my lawyer files our response, I don't want room for denial or excuses. I want them cornered.” Jason nodded and opened the laptop on the side table. “I’ll have two unmarked cars near your wife’s apartment starting at six tomorrow morning. One will follow her when she leaves. The other will stay nearby in case Hudson shows up.” “Good.” “And Theo Hudson’s financial background?” Jason asked. “I want that too.” “I’ve already started an asset check through a corporate credit contact. Hudson Group looks like a major real estate empire, but public records show three massive construction loans in the last eighteen months. I’ll find out how solid those finances really are.” Garrett stood and pulled his jacket closed. “Send every photo, log, and document directly to Julian Blackwood at Blackwood & Partners. Copy my email.” Jason blinked. “Julian Blackwood? The senior partner?” “He’s handling my case.” A quiet chuckle escaped Jason. “Well, damn. If you’ve got Julian Blackwood handling the legal side and my office gathering the evidence, your wife and her lover have no idea what’s coming.” Jason extended his hand. “Go do what you need to do. I’ll have your first evidence file ready soon.” Garrett shook his hand firmly. Just as Garrett stepped out of the office into the biting night air, his phone vibrated hard against his leg. He froze. Before he could even reach the driver's door, another sharp notification sounded. Garrett pulled out his phone. The screen lit up with an unread message from an encrypted address: Veritas Forensics — Official Analytical Report Attached. His thumb hovered over the screen as his heart hammered against his ribs. He had known this was coming. He had seen the resemblance between the boy and Theo Hudson. But knowing it was one thing. Seeing the official result was another. His fingers trembled as he opened the document. He skipped the dense genetic tables and scrolled straight to the bold red summary at the bottom. PROBABILITY OF PATERNITY: 0.00% CONCLUSION: Subject A (Garrett Dalton) is EXCLUDED as the biological father. MATCH CONFIRMATION: Subject B (Theo Hudson) matches 99.99% of paternal alleles. The phone almost slipped from his sweat-slick palm. Zero percent. The cold numbers burned into his eyes. Garrett stared at the screen, his body trembling as a sharp gasp caught in his throat. Five years. Five long, grueling years came crashing back all at once. He remembered the night the boy was born. He remembered sprinting down the hospital corridor, his hands still covered in dirt from working back-to-back shifts, tears of joy filling his eyes when the nurse placed the little newborn in his arms. He remembered pressing his lips to the child's forehead and making a silent vow: I will suffer so you never have to. And he had suffered. He had skipped meals to afford imported formula. He had paced the floor at three in the morning with the crying infant against his shoulder, his body exhausted but his heart overflowing with love. He had bled for that boy. He had swallowed his pride, taken demeaning jobs, and let Evelyn walk all over him because he believed he was protecting his own flesh and blood. It was all a lie. Every sacrifice. Every sleepless night. Every dollar he had earned for that family. Evelyn hadn't just cheated on him. She had let him spend five years working himself to the bone to raise her lover's child while Theo Hudson watched from his penthouse, knowing Garrett was paying the bills. A dry, hollow laugh escaped Garrett's throat. Tears burned behind his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. The naive, loving father who had lived for that boy was gone. Garrett tightened his grip around the phone until his knuckles turned white. He wiped his tear-streaked face. When he looked at the screen again, his hand was completely steady. The grief was still there. So was the betrayal. But the hope was gone. He saved the document and forwarded the P*F straight to Julian Blackwood. Below the attachment, he typed a single line: ‘The test is negative. Freeze every joint account and revoke the settlement agreement immediately.’ He hit send. Garrett tossed the phone onto the passenger seat and turned the key. The engine roared to life, its headlights cutting through the darkness of the alley. Tomorrow afternoon, a private jet was waiting to take him to Singapore, where two billion dollars were waiting for him. When he came back, he wouldn't be the same man who left. He wouldn't be coming back to save his marriage. He would be coming back to take back everything they had stolen from him.
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CHAPTER 10: THE APOLOGY
Garrett finally released the breath he had been holding for too long, letting it out in a slow, deliberate manner.One. Two. Three.Slowly, he released his tight grip on the steering wheel. His hands were numb, but the shaking had stopped. He flexed his fingers once, feeling the stiffness in his knuckles.He looked out at the dark alley, then caught his reflection in the mirror. The broken look in his eyes was gone, replaced by a dangerous clarity.He was sitting on a fortune worth two billion dollars. He held the key to an offshore empire that could buy and sell Theo Hudson three times over.Crashing his car or throwing his life away in a fit of rage over two manipulative leeches was the stupidest thing he could do.They weren't worth his future.They weren't even worth his anger.Garrett took one last deep breath and reached for the gearshift.He had spent five years destroying himself for people who never deserved it.He wasn't going to waste another minute.Garrett put the car in
CHAPTER 9: TARGET LIST
“Two targets,” Garrett said, his voice flat. “My first target is my wife, Evelyn Dalton.”Jason picked up the paper and adjusted his reading glasses. “Give me the specifics.”“Evelyn Ross. Thirty years old! Senior marketing specialist at Apex Media Group. Her office hours are eight-thirty to five, but for the past six months, she’s claimed to work late three or four nights a week.”Jason’s pen scratched across his notepad. “Does she drive?”“A white 2021 Toyota Camry. It’s registered under both our names, but I paid it off last year.”“What about her routine?”“She drops our son off at school at eight-fifteen every morning. Tuesdays and Thursdays, she claims to go to a gym on 4th Street after work. Verify whether she’s actually going inside or meeting someone in the parking lot.”Jason nodded, jotting down the details. “Alright. If she’s not working late or at the gym, my people will find out where she really goes. Now, who’s target number two?”Garrett’s jaw tightened slightly.“Her
CHAPTER 8: EYES IN THE SHADOWS
Garrett had barely made it to the elevators when Victoria’s door opened behind him. The sharp sound of her heels echoed down the hallway.“Garrett, wait up,” she called, walking toward him with a folder in her hand.He turned around, resting his bag against his leg. “Is something wrong?”“Not wrong. Just a detail we need to plan for,” Victoria said, stopping in front of him. “We can handle all the legal paperwork for the Singapore company right here from my office, but turning the digital money into actual cash means you’ll have to go there in person.”Garrett’s brows furrowed. “I have to fly to Singapore?”“Just for two days,” Victoria explained.“Because of Singapore’s strict banking laws, a new account holding this much money requires the owner to sign the papers at the bank in person. Once you sign the first papers, you can handle every transfer online from anywhere in the world.”Garrett thought about it quickly. Flying out of the country for two days meant he would be away right
CHAPTER 7: 3% DEAL
Victoria leaned back, studying the screen.“Moving two billion dollars isn’t as simple as a bank transfer,” she said. “If you sell it through a public app or put it straight into your local account, the tax authorities will flag it, the bank could freeze the money, and your wife’s lawyers might find out before the day is over.”Garrett stayed silent for a moment. “Then what do we do?”“We build a legal wall around it,” Victoria said, tapping the screen with her pen. “First, I’ll set up a company for you in Singapore. Once it’s registered, we’ll move the digital money into the company as assets you owned before you got married.”Garrett leaned forward. “And after that?”“Then I bring in my firm’s international tax experts and crypto brokers,” Victoria said. “They’ll handle the sale privately instead of dumping everything on the open market. That keeps the price from dropping while we sell.”She paused, meeting his eyes.“My team will structure the entire process so the money ends up in
CHAPTER 6: BILLION DOLLAR CLIENT
The receptionist put down the phone and looked at Garrett differently.“Mr. Dalton... Ms. Mercer will see you right now,” she said, her cold voice now hesitant and polite. “End of the hall. Door on the left.”Garrett nodded, picked up his duffel bag, and walked past the front desk.He knew why that door had opened so fast.It wasn't his name. And it definitely wasn't his denim jacket.It was Malcolm Reed.Malcolm was a lead murder detective with the city police and Garrett’s childhood friend. He had eaten at Garrett’s family table long before they lost everything. When everyone else turned their backs on Garrett, Malcolm was the only one who stayed loyal.Two hours ago, after leaving the testing lab, Garrett had called him from his car. Malcolm heard what was happening and immediately called in a personal favor with Victoria Mercer, one of the most feared senior lawyers in the state.That favor had gotten Garrett through the door.Garrett pushed it open.The office was huge, with gian
CHAPTER 5: THE LINE IN THE SAND
The heater in Garrett’s old car rattled loudly, blowing barely warm, dusty air against his hands as he drove through the morning traffic.On the passenger seat, his duffel bag sat open just enough for him to see the three transparent plastic bags inside.He glanced at his rough hands gripping the wheel. Five years of lifting drywall, moving pallets, and driving late-night shifts had left them hard and worn. He had worked himself to the bone for a wife who treated him like a servant.He wasn't angry anymore. The fury he'd felt outside Toby's school had hardened into something colder—like ice.Ten minutes later, Garrett pulled into the parking lot of Veritas Forensics, a low, gray-brick building tucked inside an industrial park outside the city. A small sign beside the glass doors read: Clinical Testing & Diagnostic Services.He grabbed his bag, turned off the car, and stepped into the damp morning air.Inside, the lobby smelled of floor wax and old coffee. A small TV in the corner play
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