Chapter 46


    Watching her car pull away, I made my way to Zora''s room and quickly found her wallet. I snapped a


    picture of her bank card and ID, then sent it off to a friend of mine who worked at the bank, asking her


    to check the transaction history for me.


    I had a hunch that Zora was making more money than what I was paying her. I was curious to see how


    much Jan was shelling out for his, shall we say, sex partner.


    After all, information mattered. I''d been out of the loop for too long.


    Shortly after, my phone buzzed with the information I''d requested. Just as I suspected, Zora''s ount


    was receivingrge sums of money every month, much more than I had anticipated.


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    With a self-deprecatingugh, I realized that Zora was living a far morefortable life than I was at


    the moment.


    Jan was certainly generous with her. The realization left a bitter taste in my mouth.


    This made me think about the ''threat'' Jan had mentioned. What could Zora possibly have on him


    that would make him part with his money so willingly?


    In addition, I found something else in the transaction history. Every month, Zora was transferring a


    small amount of money, just $300, to another ount at the same bank.


    I quickly made another call to my friend, asking her to look into this ount.


    Within minutes, she told me the ount belonged to a ra Rhylee.


    Suddenly, it all made sense. ra must be Zora''s sister. Catherine had mentioned that Zora had a


    sister.


    I immediately called Logan, asking her to find out where ra was and what she was up to.


    By the time Zora returned with our son Carl, Logan had already gotten me ra''s information. Looking


    over the file, an audacious idea formed in my mind. With a satisfied smile, I sank back into the couch.


    Things were getting interesting.


    Carl was a resilient little guy. After three days of crying, he was ready to go to the preschool without a


    fuss. That was a relief.


    But Jan had beening hometer andter these days.


    I asked him about it in front of Zora, "You''ve been pretty busytely. Is there a lot going on at the


    office?"


    Jan nodded, "The project I mentioned to you is at a crucial stage. I can''t afford to let up!"


    I scoffed in my mind at his words. If anything, he was probably reveling in his activities, not "letting up".


    Logan''s surveince had indicated that Jan was indeed very busy, but not with work. He was busy


    entertaining women.


    Logan had managed to decrypt some files on hisputer. The financial statements I saw there


    confirmed my suspicions. Jan had been bleeding thepany dry for quite some time.


    He kept telling me how challenging it was to run a business when, in reality, thepany was doing


    pretty well. But the books showed constant losses, a clear sign he was siphoning off assets.


    That bastard. That was mypany, built from my hard work and effort. All the capital hade from


    my family, the Wilburns. Now, Jan was living high on the hog, nning to discard me when I was no


    longer useful.


    Unfortunately, my health wasn''t up to the task of confronting him head-on. Although Dr. Edmond''s


    medication was helping, my health wasn''t going to improve overnight.


    I put on a frail act, spending my days bedridden, but my mind was as sharp as ever. I couldn''t afford to


    waste a single minute.


    Seeing him y the part of the dutiful husband right in front of me, I knew it was time to up the ante.


    Just as I was plotting my next move, an unexpected guest arrived at our usually quiet home early on a


    Saturday morning.