"If your husband found another woman, maybe you should ask yourself what you stopped doing as a wife."

Over the next three weeks, life at the Corbin estate underwent a complete transformation.

With Douglas and Gertrude sitting in county jail awaiting trial on charges of conspiracy, poisoning, and corporate fraud, Garrett took back full physical control of Corbin Medical Systems. Under my daily care and structured rehabilitation routine, his leg strength improved at an astounding rate. Within twenty days, he transitioned from standing to walking short distances using a sleek carbon-fiber cane.

I managed his nutrition, physical therapy schedules, and personal care, working alongside him not just as a nurse, but as his closest confidante.

One afternoon, while Garrett was reviewing financial audits in his library, his head of private security, Captain Vance, walked into the room carrying a thick blue dossier.

"Mr. Corbin," Vance said, bowing his head respectfully toward Garrett, then nodding politely to me. "We completed the forensic digital audit of Douglas’s encrypted computer servers, as well as Gertrude’s offshore bank accounts."

Garrett set his pen down, leaning forward over his oak desk. "Did you find out who supplied them with the neuromuscular blocker? That compound wasn't available on the commercial market."

"Yes, sir," Captain Vance said, opening the dossier and placing a series of printed emails and wire transfer receipts on the desk. "The chemical compound was supplied by an outside biomedical equipment vendor trying to secure an exclusive distribution contract with Corbin Medical."

Garrett’s eyes narrowed. "Which vendor?"

"A West Coast firm," Vance revealed. "ApexBio Solutions."

My heart skipped a beat. I stepped closer to the desk, staring at the corporate logo stamped at the top of the wire receipts.

"ApexBio?" I gasped aloud. "That’s... that’s my ex-husband’s company!"

Garrett looked up at me, his eyes sharp. "Was Christopher involved in this division?"

"Christopher was the Senior Vice President of Strategic Accounts," I explained, my mind racing as pieces connected. "He handled high-level corporate partnerships and distribution deals!"

Vance nodded. "The digital paper trail shows that three months ago, a senior executive at ApexBio authorized a covert transfer of experimental nerve-suppression compounds to Gertrude Corbin in exchange for a promised thirty-million-dollar distribution contract once Douglas took over Corbin Medical."

"Did Christopher sign those transfer authorizations?" Garrett asked Vance coldly.

Vance pulled out a signature verification page. "The digital signature on the authorization belongs to Christopher Miller."

I stared at the document in absolute disbelief.

Christopher hadn't just been a foolish husband who fell for a coworker's trap; he had been actively participating in a fraudulent, illegal trade of dangerous experimental chemicals to secure a corporate contract that would boost his executive career!

"He didn't just lose his job because of a corporate leak," I murmured, shock turning into deep disgust. "He was helping drug a man to secure a multi-million-dollar deal."

Garrett stood up slowly from his desk, resting his hand firmly on his carbon-fiber cane. His posture was tall, commanding, and radiating absolute authority.

"Captain Vance," Garrett ordered smoothly, "forward these original documents directly to the Federal Bureau of Investigation and the Food and Drug Administration. Ensure that every executive who signed off on this illegal chemical transfer is prosecuted to the fullest extent of federal law."

"Right away, Mr. Corbin," Vance replied, taking the folder and exiting the room.

Garrett walked over to where I stood by the bay window. He looked at me with deep understanding and gentle warmth.

"It seems your ex-husband’s problems are far worse than a lost job and a sick mother, Rebecca," Garrett said softly. "Justice has a funny way of catching up with people who think they can step on others to reach the top."

"I used to think he was just weak," I admitted, looking out at the gardens. "Now I realize he was completely hollow."