A Five-Million Swipe Exposed My Husband

My entire body was shaking.

I wasn't sure how I managed to leave the hospital.

Icy raindrops spattered against my face. I dug my nails into my palms, using the pain to steady myself.

I still had so many things to do.

Firstly, I had to find out who was giving Marcus and Victoria money. Secondly, I was going to make them pay for what they'd done.

Victoria had also mentioned a daughter-in-law and a "Lucas" during her earlier conversation, but I didn't care about that. It didn't make a difference to me whether Marcus only betrayed me once or twice.

I made my way to the bank.

The manager personally attended to me, repeating the same things he had told me over the phone. Once again, he tried to convince me to transfer the money back to my account and set up a financial investment with their bank.

I didn't respond. Instead, I handed him my card and said, "I'd like to take a look at the statements for this account. Can you pull up the records from five years ago to now?"

The manager was momentarily stunned before he nodded. "Of course."

He worked quickly.

About 15 minutes later, he produced a long transaction record.

Starting from five years ago, someone had deposited 100 thousand dollars into my account every month. They would increase the amount to 500 thousand dollars during my birthday month and the New Year. They had also transferred five million dollars into my account that month.

As a result, they had deposited 15 million dollars into my account over the span of five years. Including what I had earned from my part-time jobs, I currently had a total of 16 million dollars in my account.

My heart throbbed painfully as I counted the number of zeroes that seemed to stretch on endlessly.

"Are you able to find out the details of the person who's been making these transactions? Or can you get in contact with them?"

The manager's expression shifted slightly. "You don't know who's been transferring the money into your account?" he asked carefully.

Should I know them? I had no parents. The only thing that I had was an invisible burden that seemed to haunt me wherever I went.

"I don't," I replied.

The manager's expression twisted. "Please wait a moment."

He pulled out his phone as he rushed out of his office.

I sat in the office, sipping the warm water to alleviate some of my anxiety.

I wondered how I should face the person who had casually transferred 15 million dollars into my account. How would I pay them back if they suddenly wanted their money back?

I had no idea, and I couldn't think of a suitable solution even after mulling over my thoughts for a long time.

I wasn't sure how much time had passed when the office door suddenly swung open. I could see many men clad in black through the half-opened door. I had seen them on TV before and guessed that they were bodyguards.

A group of them escorted a couple into the office in the next second.

The moment we made eye contact, all of us froze.

I never would have imagined that something so dramatic would happen to me. I could tell that the couple was my parents just based on their looks.

My parents broke down in tears as they hugged me. They told me about how they had lost me 28 years ago. They explained that five years ago, a man named Marcus Wilde approached them with a single strand of hair.

The DNA test that they conducted with my hair proved that we were biologically related.

However, Marcus told them that I hated them and didn't want to see them, which was why they started compensating me with money. They deposited money into my account every year until the amount totaled up to 15 million dollars.

The money was meant to represent my parents' love and remorse toward me, but Marcus had used it to buy a house and car for himself. He had even used it to support himself and his mistress.

Our marriage had been a part of his meticulous scheme from the very beginning.

…

I returned home after reuniting with my parents.

Marcus and I lived in a tiny basement apartment.

The moment I opened the door, my senses were assaulted by a foul and damp odor. The place was packed with furniture, the bed shoved up against a moldy wall.

Mom and Dad stood behind me, wearing matching steely expressions.

"This is where you live?"

"Yes."

I skillfully maneuvered past the obstacles and headed for the bed. I then reached under it and pulled out a box.

Victoria's medical records were stored inside the box.

Every time I wanted to take a look at them, Marcus would tell me that he didn't want me to fret over such things. It was why I had never opened the box before.

When I tried to open it, I realized that he had locked the box.