Chapter 3 - THE INSIDER WHO SOLD MY NAME
My chief financial officer was named Marcus Lee.
He had worked beside me for twelve years.
His address was not publicly available.
Neither were the names of his children or the private school they attended.
Yet Jason’s second phone contained all of it.
The messages came from a contact saved as NORTH STAR.
Detective Bennett traced the number to Adrian Reed.
Madison’s older brother.
Adrian worked as a cybersecurity contractor for Caldwell Technologies.
He had access to executive servers, visitor records, and confidential deal rooms.
Madison had not merely slept with my husband.
Her family had infiltrated the company’s systems.
Adrian used his access to identify Sullivan Capital representatives.
He tracked Evelyn’s meetings.
Copied investment drafts.
And sold information to Jason.
Jason then adjusted sales projections to make his department appear essential to the deal.
He believed that if the investment closed, his promotion would become permanent and his stock options would be worth tens of millions.
“What did he offer Adrian?” Richard asked.
Evelyn displayed a transfer record.
“Two million dollars after closing.”
“Where would Jason get that money?”
“From a consulting company funded through fake vendor payments.”
The company was named Blue Crest Advisory.
Its address belonged to Madison’s mother.
Madison stared at the documents.
“I didn’t know about Blue Crest.”
Jason laughed bitterly.
“You used its credit card.”
“For legitimate expenses.”
“A six-week stay in the Maldives?”
“You said it was a client retreat.”
“There was no client.”
The affair had been financed through corporate fraud.
Hotel rooms.
Jewelry.
A luxury apartment.
Prenatal medical care.
Even Madison’s silver gala dress had been charged to a fake consulting project.
She looked down at the fabric as though it had become evidence against her.
It had.
Adrian was arrested at the airport before midnight.
He carried two encrypted drives and a ticket to Singapore.
During questioning, he claimed Jason planned everything.
Then investigators opened one drive.
It contained data taken from Sullivan Capital.
Investment strategies.
Client identities.
And copies of my personal trust documents.
My marriage had given Jason access to my home.
Adrian had used that access remotely.
A small device had been installed behind the router in our study.
It copied traffic from my secure laptop whenever I worked from home.
Jason had been watching my business without understanding its full scale.
He knew I had important documents.
He did not realize they belonged to a firm controlling billions.
That ignorance had made him reckless.
The second drive contained a folder labeled REBECCA EXIT.
Inside were draft medical reports.
Statements from Madison.
And a petition requesting temporary control of my finances on the grounds that I suffered from trauma-related instability after repeated miscarriages.
I stopped reading.
For years, Jason had attended my medical appointments.
He knew every loss.
Every surgery.
Every morning I could not get out of bed.
He had turned those memories into legal weapons.
Evelyn placed one hand beside mine.
“You do not need to finish tonight.”
“Yes.”
I opened the next document.
The petition named Jason as my proposed financial guardian.
It also requested control over all marital business interests.
He did not know exactly what I owned.
He planned to discover it after a court gave him access.
The gala confrontation was supposed to become evidence of public instability.
Madison’s slap was bait.
My response was expected.
But they failed to notice the security officers I had positioned.
The attorneys waiting downstairs.
Or the divorce filing submitted before the event.
Then Detective Bennett opened one final message.
It came from Jason to Adrian.
If Rebecca refuses psychiatric evaluation, use the hospital plan.
I looked at Jason.
“What hospital plan?”
For the first time, genuine terror appeared in his eyes.
Madison whispered.
“Jason?”
May you like
He said nothing.
Detective Bennett ordered officers to search our home immediately.
