Chapter 2 of MARRYING HIM WAS A MISTAKE

I didn't go home. I did not want to.

Instead, I drove down to a coffee shop three towns over, the kind of place where nobody knew my face or my last name or at least didn't really care. I sat in a corner booth with cold coffee and my phone, staring at the message.

The Orchid. 8 PM.

Almost 5 hours from now.

I thought about deleting it, blocking the number, going home, picking up Jaden and pretending I hadn't just watched Jimmy walk into a hotel with another woman.

But my fingers hovered over the screen, and I couldn't bring myself to do it.

Because pretending was killing me, slowly.

For a year, I'd been the perfect wife.puttingup the perfect act. Smiled at charity galas, kept my mouth shut at dinner parties, ignored the lipstick stains and late nights and the way Jimmy flinched when I touched him.

I had come around to making myself believe that if I just stayed quiet enough, small enough, good enough, he would come back to me.

But he was never coming back.

Because he'd never really been mine to begin with.

My phone rang. Marcus Again.

This time, I answered.

"Where are you?" he asked immediately.

"Out."

"Sandra..."

"I saw him, Marcus." My voice cracked. "With her. At The Carlisle."

There was silence for a whole.

"I'm sorry," he said finally.

"Are you?" I laughed bitterly. "You've been trying to tell me for months. I just didn't want to listen."

"What are you going to do?"

Good question.

"I don't know yet." I traced the rim of my coffee cup. "Someone sent me photos. Anonymous. They want to meet tonight."

"Don't." Marcus's voice sharpened. "Don't go. This could be..."

"A setup? Blackmail?" I shrugged even though he couldn't see it. "What do I have left to lose?"

"Your safety. Your son. Your..."

"My dignity?" I cut him off. "That's already gone."

"Sandra, listen to me..."

"I have to go." I stood, grabbing my purse. "I'll call you later."

"Wait, just don't do anything rash"

I smiled briefly and hung up .

Marcus meant well. But he didn't understand. Nobody did.

For seven years, I'd been disappearing. Piece by piece, choice by choice, until there was nothing left of Sandra Morrison, just this hollow shell wearing her face.

If I didn't do something, anything at all, I'd vanish completely.

And I refused to disappear without a fight.

I got home at 4:15. James had already picked up Jaden. I found them in the kitchen, Jaden was at the counter doing his homework, James was hovering nearby like the world's most devout bodyguard.

"Mrs. Banks." James straightened. "I didn't expect you back so soon."

"Change of plans." I dropped my purse on the counter. "Thank you for getting Jaden."

"Of course, ma'am. Will you need me for anything else today?"

I almost said no. Then I stopped.

"Actually, yes. I will be needing you tonight. Eight o'clock. The Orchid downtown."

His eyebrows rose slightly. "The Orchid?"

"Yes, Is there a problem?"

"No, ma'am. Just... that's quite a drive to the countryside. Would you like me to arrange for an escort service as well?"

"I want you," I said firmly. "Someone I trust."

Something flickered in his expression, maybe concern or just an understanding of my request.

"I'll be ready," he said quietly.

After he left, I sat beside Jaden and watched him work through math problems. He had Jimmy's focus. That same intense concentration that made the rest of the world fade away.

"How was school?" I asked.

"Fine." He didn't look up. "We have a test Friday."

"Oh really, what subject?"

"Science. Mrs. Magdalen says I need to study more."

"You'll do great Jaden," I said, smoothing his hair. "You're brilliant just like your father."

"Mom?" He finally looked up. "Are you okay?"

The question caught me off guard, gutting me.

"Why do you ask?"

He shrugged. "You seem sad."

I forced a smile. "I'm fine, baby. Mummy has Just been tired lately."

"Is it because of Dad?"

My chest tightened. "What makes you say that?"

"He's never home anymore. And when he is, you guys don't talk." Jaden's eyes, too perceptive for an eight year old, searched mine. "Are you getting divorced?"

The word hung in the air between us.

"No honey we're not okay?" I said honestly. "Mummy and daddy just have a lot going on right now."

"Does Daddy love me?"

My heart broke for the little boy on hearing that question.

"Of course. Your dad loves you very much."

"But he doesn't love you anymore."

It wasn't a question.

I pulled Jaden into a hug, blinking back tears. "Some things are complicated, sweetheart. But no matter what happens between your dad and me, we both love you. That'll never change."

He nodded against my shoulder.

"Can we have pizza for dinner?" he asked.

I laughed despite myself. "Yeah. We can have pizza." Now you go and finish homework.

At 6:45, I stood in my closet staring at rows of designer dresses.

What did one wear to meet an anonymous blackmailer?

I settled on wearing something simple: black slacks, silk blouse, low heels. Nothing flashy or obvious, Nothing that screamed billionaire's wife.

In the mirror, I looked almost normal, close enough to look like who I once was.

My phone buzzed. Jimmy.

Working late. Don't wait up.

I stared at the message. A year ago, I would've called him. Asked when he'd be home. Pretended to believe whatever excuse he gave.

Now I didn't care, I just deleted the message as soon as I opened it.

Downstairs, Maria was putting Jaden to bed. I kissed his forehead and told him I'd be home soon.

"Where are you going?" he asked sleepily.

"Just a quick errand."

"Love you, Mom."

"Love you too, baby."

James was waiting by the car in the driveway. He opened the door without a word, and I slid inside.

The Orchid was a thirty minutes drive into the countryside tucked away in the arts district, all exposed brick and low lighting. The kind of place where people went to be seen without being recognized.

"Would you like me to come inside?" James asked as we pulled up.

"No. Wait here. If I'm not out in an hour, call Marcus."

His jaw tightened. "Mrs. Banks..."

"I'll be fine." I hoped I sounded more confident than I felt.

Inside, The Orchid was dimly lit and half-empty. A few couples at corner tables. A bartender polishing glasses. Jazz played softly in the background.

I scanned the room, my pulse hammering.

A woman at the bar caught my eye and smiled.

Dr. Vivian Chen. The principal from Jaden's school.

My stomach dropped.

She stood, elegant in a navy dress, and gestured to the empty seat beside her.

"Mrs. Banks," she said warmly. "I'm glad you came."

I didn't sit. Couldn't.

"You?" My voice came out strangled. "You sent the photos?"

"Please. Sit." She gestured again, more insistent this time. "We need to talk."

"I don't think..."

"Your husband is being blackmailed." She said it quietly, matter-of-fact. "And if you don't sit down and listen, you're going to lose everything."

I sat down taking no care to take my eyes off her.

Dr. Chen ordered two glasses of wine without asking what I wanted. When they arrived, she slid one toward me.

"Drink. You look like you need it."

I didn't touch the glass. "Why are you doing this?"

"Because someone has to." She took a sip of her own wine, studying me over the rim. "You've been sleepwalking through your life for months, Sandra. It's painful to watch."

"You don't know anything about my life."

"Don't I?" She set down her glass. "You gave up everything for him. Your company. Your career. Your identity. And what did you get in return? A house you don't want, a marriage that's a lie, and a husband who barely remembers you exist."

Each word was like a knife gutting me slowly.

"Why do you care?" I asked.

"Because I've been where you are." Her expression softened slightly. "Different man. Same story. I know what it's like to disappear inside someone else's life."

"That doesn't explain the photos."

"No. It doesn't." She leaned forward. "Jimmy came to me six months ago. Asked for a meeting. Said he needed help with a delicate situation."

"What kind of situation?"

"Someone had dirt on him. Serious dirt. Financial indecorum, falsified documents, offshore accounts, the kind of thing that could destroy Banks Enterprises and send him to prison."

My mouth went dry. "Who?"

"He wouldn't say. But whoever it is, they've been bleeding him dry. Hundreds of thousands of dollars in payments. All untraceable."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because the blackmailer isn't after money anymore." Dr. Chen's eyes locked on mine. "They're after you."

The room tilted.

"What?"

"The latest demand came yesterday. They want Jimmy to transfer Banks Enterprises back to you. Every share, every asset. Or they go public with everything."

I couldn't breathe. "That's insane."

"Is it?" She tilted her head. "You're the legal heir to Morrison Properties. If the truth comes out that Jimmy built his empire on fraud and your family's money, the courts could force him to return it anyway. The blackmailer is just speeding up the process."

"But why? Who would..."

"That's what I need you to help me figure out." Dr. Chen reached into her purse and pulled out a flash drive. "Everything I know is on here. Financial records, phone logs, email threads. Jimmy doesn't know I have it."

I stared at the drive. "Why would you betray him?"

"I'm not betraying him. I'm protecting you." She pressed it into my hand. "Whatever you think of me, Sandra, I'm not the enemy here. Your husband is drowning, and he's going to drag you down with him unless you cut the rope."

"What do you get out of this?"

She smiled, sad and knowing. "Closure. And maybe the satisfaction of watching a powerful man finally face consequences."

I stood, legs shaking. "I need to go."

"One more thing." Dr. Chen caught my wrist. "The woman in the photos? Her name is Isabelle Laurent. She works for Mercier Consulting, a firm that specializes in corporate espionage. Jimmy didn't hire a mistress, Sandra. He hired a fixer."

"A fixer for what?"

"That," she said, releasing my wrist, "is the question you need to answer."

James didn't ask questions when I stumbled back to the car. Just opened the door and drove.

I clutched the flash drive in my fist, mind racing.

Blackmail. Fraud. Offshore accounts.

Jimmy wasn't just cheating. He was being a criminal.

And somehow, I was caught in the middle.

"Mrs. Banks?" James's voice broke through my thoughts. "Where to?"

I looked up. We were at a stoplight, the city glittering around us.

"Marcus's apartment," I said.

"Are you sure? It's almost ten."

"I'm sure."

Because if anyone could help me make sense of this nightmare, it was my brother.

And because I couldn't go home. Not yet.

Not until I knew exactly who I was married to.

Marcus lived in a loft downtown industrial chic, all exposed beams and steel fixtures. The kind of place that cost a fortune to look unfinished.

He opened the door in sweatpants and a T-shirt, eyes bloodshot.

"Sandra." He blinked, surprised. "What are you..."

"I need your help." I pushed past him into the apartment. "And I need a drink."

He closed the door slowly. "What happened?"

I held up the flash drive. "Jimmy's being blackmailed."

Marcus went very still. "How do you know that?"

"Someone told me. Someone who has proof." I sank into his couch. "Financial fraud. Offshore accounts. All of it."

"Jesus." He ran a hand through his hair. "Does Jimmy know you have this?"

"No."

"Sandra, you can't.. "

"I already did." I looked up at him. "I need you to help me figure out what's on this drive. And I need you to tell me the truth about something."

"What?"

"You knew, didn't you?" My voice shook. "You've known he was dirty this whole time."

Marcus's silence was answer enough.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I whispered.

"Would you have believed me?" He sat beside me, shoulders sagging. "You were so in love with him. So convinced he loved you back. I couldn't, I just didn't know how..."

"So you just watched me destroy myself instead."

"I tried!" His voice cracked. "I tried to warn you. To get you to leave. But you wouldn't listen."

He was right. I hadn't listened.

Because listening meant admitting I'd made a mistake. Admitting I'd thrown away everything my father built for a man who'd never loved me.

Admitting I'd been a fool.

"Help me," I said quietly. "Please. I need to know what's on this drive."

Marcus looked at me for a long moment. Then he stood and grabbed his laptop.

"Let's find out."

We sat at his kitchen table, the laptop screen glowing between us.

The drive had dozens of folders. Financial statements. Email threads. Scanned documents. Years' worth of evidence, all meticulously organized.

Marcus opened the first folder.

Bank statements for accounts I'd never seen. Millions of dollars moving in and out, routed through offshore shells.

"This is money laundering," Marcus said quietly. "Textbook."

The next folder: emails between Jimmy and someone named A. Laurent.

Isabelle, The fixer.

I opened one at random.

"Jimmy, the Morrison acquisition needs to be buried deeper. If the SEC looks too closely, they'll see the discrepancies. Use the Cayman account. A.L."

My blood ran cold. "Morrison acquisition?"

Marcus clicked open another email.

"The original transfer from Sandra Morrison to James Banks III was legal, but the subsequent restructuring was not. If challenged, the courts could invalidate the entire transaction and return the assets to the Morrison estate. Recommend immediate action. A.L."

I couldn't breathe.

"He stole it," I whispered. "He didn't just take the company. He stole it."

"Not legally," Marcus said carefully. "You signed it over willingly. But the way he restructured afterward, hiding assets, falsifying records. That's fraud. And if someone proves it."

"I could get it back."

"Maybe. If the blackmailer is right."

I stared at the screen, my mind reeling.

All this time, I thought I'd given Jimmy everything.

But I hadn't given it. He'd taken it.

"There's more," Marcus said grimly. He opened another folder.

Photos. Dozens of them.

Jimmy and Isabelle. At restaurants. Hotels. His office.

But they weren't romantic. They were transactional. She was handing him some documents. Him passing her envelopes.

"She's not his mistress," I said slowly. "She's his accomplice."

"Looks like it." Marcus replied.

"So who has he been having an affair with?" I asked further. At this point, even Marcus couldn't say anything because the suspect we had seemed to be in the clear.

Marcus scrolled further. "Whoever's blackmailing him has been documenting everything."

"But who?" I leaned forward. "Who would do this?"

Marcus hesitated. Then he opened the last folder.

A single document. A contract.

CONSULTING AGREEMENT

Between: James Banks III and Oliver Chen, Mercier Consulting

My heart stopped.

"Chen," I whispered. "Dr. Chen. The principal..."

"Is related to the blackmailer," Marcus finished. "Oliver Chen. And according to this contract, Jimmy hired him three years ago to help 'restructure' Banks Enterprises."

"But why turn on Jimmy now?"

Marcus's face went pale. "Sandra... Oliver Chen is my partner."

The room spun.

"What?"

"The guy I've been seeing. The one who..." He swallowed hard. "The one who was in the car with me when I got the DUI. When the press found out I was dating a man. That was Oliver."

"You're saying your boyfriend is blackmailing my husband?"

"I didn't know!" Marcus stood, pacing. "I swear to God, Sandra, I didn't know. He told me he worked in consulting. I never asked, I didn't think..."

"Does he know who I am?"

Marcus stopped. "Yes."

"Does he know we're related?"

"...Yes."

I stood, legs shaking. "This was planned. All of it. He got close to you to get to me."

"Sandra"

"How long have you been seeing him?"

"Eight months."

Eight months. Right around the time the blackmail started.

"You need to call him," I said. "Right now. Tell him I know everything."