Chapter 3 - The Trust Fund
Ethan was broke.
Not just broke.
He was nearly two million dollars in debt from failed business investments he had been hiding from me for years.
But there was a safety net.
Ethan’s grandfather had left behind a massive family trust fund.
The terms of the trust were very specific.
The money would only unlock and be distributed to Ethan upon the birth of his first legal heir.
“He was waiting for the baby to be born so he could pay off his debts,” Sarah explained.
“But why push me?” I asked. “He would get the money either way.”
Sarah pulled out a copy of our prenuptial agreement.
“Because of the infidelity clause.”
My heart stopped.
“Ethan has been having an affair for the past two years,” Sarah said gently. “With a woman in Boston. He bought her a condo. He bought her a car. That’s where half his debt came from.”
I stared at her in shock.
“If you found out about the affair and filed for divorce,” Sarah continued, “the prenup dictates that you are entitled to half of all his assets, including the newly unlocked trust fund.”
Everything suddenly made terrifying sense.
Ethan needed the baby to unlock the millions.
But he couldn’t afford to divorce me, because I would take half the money and demand custody.
Margaret hated me.
She wanted control of the family fortune and the new grandchild.
So they hatched a plan.
They would stage a terrible “accident.”
If I died from the fall, Ethan would inherit everything as a grieving widower.
If I survived, they would use my distress to claim I had thrown myself down the stairs in a hysterical fit.
They would institutionalize me.
They would take the baby.
They would take the money.
And I would be locked away in a psychiatric facility, stripped of my rights and my child, while Ethan lived happily with his mistress.
“It was a perfect plan,” Sarah whispered.
May you like
“Except for the doorbell camera,” I said.
“Except for the doorbell camera.”
