Chapter3 He Found Out I’m Leaving
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Lynn’s POV
Richardson’s office feels smaller than usual, the mahogany walls closing in as I sit across from his massive desk. My hands are steady in my lap, but that strange, burning pulse under my skin hasn’t gone away—contained now, sharper.
“Lynn.” Richardson looks up from his screen, concern carving deep lines into his face. “You look like you haven’t slept.”
“I haven’t.” My tone is flat, deliberate. “Are there any openings at other offices? Senior partnerships, preferably.”
His brows rise. “This is sudden. Everything alright?”
“I need a change,” I say, spine straight, voice calm. “Somewhere far from here.”
He studies me with those sharp, assessing lawyer eyes. “Well, that’s interesting timing. The Los Angeles branch is looking for a senior partner. Big clients—mergers, acquisitions, IPOs. It’s serious work, serious money.”
Los Angeles. Three thousand miles away.
From Charles. From Amy. From all of this poison.
“I’m interested.”
Richardson blinks, clearly surprised. “Lynn, six months ago you turned down Singapore because you couldn’t leave Charles. What changed?”
His name lands like a punch, but I don’t flinch. “I no longer have that concern.”
Something flickers behind his gaze, but he’s too professional to ask. “You’d be paired with another partner. Top corporate guy. Brilliant, decent. You’d work closely together.”
“That’s fine.” My voice sounds hollow to me, but steady. “I can handle it.”
He opens a file, scanning quickly. “Full partnership track. Corner office. First-year housing provided. But Lynn…” He hesitates. “This would be a complete reset. Are you sure you’re ready for that?”
I think of Charles’s hands on Amy’s body.
His voice planning my death.
The five hundred thousand dollars stolen from my accounts.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
He prints the contracts, sliding them toward me. The words blur slightly—fatigue, maybe—but the offer is generous. More than generous. I sign every page without hesitation.
“I’ll give you three weeks to relocate,” Richardson says. “Get your affairs in order.”
If only he knew.
I knock on Hannah’s office door, trying to still the faint tremor in my hands. After everything that’s happened, she’s the only person I still trust.
“Come in!” Her warm voice cuts through my thoughts.
She looks up, and her face instantly shifts from professional to worried. “Lynn, honey, you look wrecked. Did you sleep at all?”
“Not really.” I sink into the chair opposite her, exhaustion finally catching up. “How fast can we move?”
“With evidence this clear—and the prenup?” I nod. She’s already thinking five steps ahead. “We can file tomorrow. The criminal case will take longer, but it’s strong.”
Her pen flies across her notepad. “What about your will?”
“I want it changed. Everything to charity. Nothing to Charles. Nothing to Amy.”
“Smart.” She’s already pulling up the forms. “You’ll sign tomorrow.”
Then she pauses, eyes narrowing. “Lynn... are you safe? If that video’s real—”
“I’ll be careful.” I stand, gathering the folders. “Also, I need to sell the house. Immediately.”
“Consider it done.” Hannah leans back, her eyes hard with resolve. “Give me forty-eight hours, and Charles Parker will wish he’d never heard your name.”
I unlock the front door and go straight to the bedroom. Two suitcases, open. Suits, heels, essentials for a new life.
“Lynn?”
Charles’s voice cuts through the quiet. “That you, babe?”
My blood turns to ice. He’s here. I left the door unlocked.
“There you are.” He appears in the doorway, confusion flickering into alarm as his gaze sweeps over the open suitcases, the half-packed clothes.
“Why are you packing?”
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