On the back of one photo, someone had written a short note: “Samantha. Consultation. March 12.”
My husband did not just have a secret lover, but he was actually expecting a child with her.
I still needed to understand why they were drugging me repeatedly.
The final envelope held printed emails from a private lawyer.
“We need sufficiently compromising evidence to put pressure on the negotiation,” one email read. “It does not depend solely on an accusation of infidelity because the goal is for her to agree to withdraw from the shareholder agreement under favorable conditions.”
Another email added specific instructions regarding the photos.
“The images should look completely spontaneous,” the lawyer wrote.
I felt like I could not breathe as the full truth dawned on me.
Christopher wanted to fabricate photographs and videos of me with Lucas in a hotel while I was completely unconscious.
They planned to threaten me with those images to force me into giving up my company shares without a fight.
I photographed every single document and saved copies in a secure cloud account Christopher did not know about.
Afterward, I visited a medical clinic to request drug tests, explaining my recent memory loss episodes to the doctor who logged everything in my official file.
I also hired Brandon Miller, a skilled private investigator recommended by a trusted colleague.
Two days later, Brandon sent me clear photos of Christopher entering an apartment building in downtown Minneapolis where Samantha opened the door and kissed him.
That same night during dinner, Christopher smiled at me with absolute tranquility.
“I am going to go out late again tomorrow,” he mentioned casually.
“Do you have another late meeting?” I asked while cutting my food.
“Yes, so Lucas can come pick you up after work,” he replied smoothly.
I lowered my gaze to hide my intense emotions.
“That sounds perfect,” I said softly.
He even reached across the table to take my hand.
“I knew you would understand, my love,” he said gently.
I squeezed his fingers back without showing any hesitation.
“Of course I do, sweetie,” I replied.
I prepared everything carefully on Friday evening.
I packed the hidden tape recorder, my phone, a small airtight bag, and a GPS tracker that Brandon could follow from his car.
I also kept an empty water bottle to collect a sample of whatever drink Lucas offered me.
At 9:42 p.m., Lucas pulled up in front of my office building.
“Get inside, sister-in-law,” Lucas said after rolling down his window.
I sat in the passenger seat, and five minutes later he handed me an open water bottle.
“Here, drink this because you must be exhausted,” he said with his usual smile.
I pretended to take a large gulp, kept the liquid in my mouth, and discreetly spat it into the plastic bag when he looked away at traffic.
Fifteen minutes later, I let my head fall back against the seat and closed my eyes tightly.
“Gaby?” Lucas called out softly.
I did not answer him at all.
He called my name a second time, and after receiving no response, he placed a phone call over the speakerphone.
“She has already fallen asleep,” Lucas reported.
Christopher’s voice came through the car speakers immediately.
“Take her to our usual spot because we need the final photos tonight,” Christopher instructed coldly.
Forty minutes later, we pulled into the underground parking garage of a secluded hotel.
Lucas turned off the engine, put on a pair of thin gloves, and reclined my seat back.
When his fingers touched the first button of my blouse, I opened my eyes and looked directly at him.
Lucas went completely white as a sheet.
“What are you doing awake?” he stammered in absolute shock.
I raised my phone with the video camera already recording his face.
“Now you are going to explain everything to me right here,” I said firmly.
Outside the car window, a bright camera flash went off repeatedly as Brandon documented the entire scene from the outside.
Lucas realized in that exact moment that he had not led a sleeping victim into a trap, but had walked directly into one himself.
PART 3
“Gaby, please let me explain,” Lucas pleaded while raising his gloved hands in the air.
“Do not come any closer to me,” I ordered with a calm voice that surprised even myself.
Brandon remained a few meters away, recording the entire interaction from a clear angle.
“I have the spiked water bottle, the previous recordings, photos of the bruises on my body, and bank statements of the payments Christopher made to you,” I told him directly. “I also have an investigator recording you right now after you brought me unconscious to a hotel garage.”
Lucas’s arrogant posture completely collapsed.
“Christopher forced me to do all of this,” he claimed desperately.
“Did he force you to charge him 180,000 dollars as well?” I asked with a cold laugh.
Lucas lowered his eyes toward the steering wheel.
“I did not know things would go this far,” he muttered quietly.
“Well, he has gone far enough, so speak right now,” I demanded while holding up my phone.
“If I talk, my brother will destroy me,” Lucas protested nervously.
“If you do not talk to me right now, you will be talking to the police in five minutes,” I warned him firmly.
That threat broke his resistance completely.
“Samantha is pregnant,” Lucas confessed while slumping in his seat.
“I already know that part, so tell me something new,” I replied coldly.
“You know about that too?” he asked in utter disbelief.
