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What Adrian Lost
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2026-03-29 16:31:04Adrian's POV
I read the divorce papers four times straight. Each time I finished I flipped them face down on my desk and poured another glass of whiskey. This had to be some kind of joke. Elise did not do things like this. She was quiet. She handled the house, smiled at my colleagues, and never once surprised me in seven years. Except now she had. The papers looked official as hell. Clean signatures. Her new lawyers had already moved fast. I slammed the glass down and picked up my phone for the tenth time. Straight to voicemail again. I typed out another message and deleted it. What the fuck was I supposed to say? Sorry I slapped you? Sorry about Jade? None of it felt real. My office door opened without a knock. Jade walked in carrying two coffees like she belonged there. She set one in front of me and perched on the edge of my desk. "Did you sign them yet?" she asked. Her voice had lost that soft office tone. It sounded sharper now. "Not yet." I rubbed my face. "This is insane. She sent armed men to my building this morning. Actual men in suits who stood there until I signed the initial documents. Who the hell does that?" Jade shrugged and took a sip of her coffee. "She is clearly unstable. We should fight this. You have the money. Drag it out." I stared at the papers again. My hand hovered over the signature line but I could not make myself finish it. Not yet. My desk phone rang. I grabbed it fast. "Mr. Reeds, this is Kevin from finance," my CFO said. He sounded nervous. "The Marchetti account just pulled out completely. Full withdrawal. No explanation. They sent a termination notice." I sat up straight. "What? Call them back right now. Set up a meeting. That account is fifteen percent of our revenue." "I already tried. They are not taking calls. They will not even answer emails." The line went quiet for a second. I could hear him typing in the background. "Adrian," he said finally. "This is bad. Really bad." I hung up and stared at the wall. One account. It could be a coincidence. But then my phone started buzzing with notifications. Email after email. Three more investors pulling out before lunch. No explanations. Just cold, professional notices. Jade leaned over and read one of the screens. "This is her, isn't it? That quiet little mouse you married. How is she doing this?" "I do not know." I stood up and paced to the window. The city looked normal down below but my whole world was cracking. "She handled some social stuff for me over the years. Dinners. Events. I thought she was just making small talk. People liked her. She had this way of making everyone feel important." I stopped talking. The realization hit me slow and ugly. Every big contract I landed in the last few years had come after one of those dinners where Elise sat beside me smiling and asking the right questions. She remembered names. Birthdays. Kids' schools. I had always thought it was cute. Harmless. Now those same people were disappearing. I called Brennan, my oldest investor. Voicemail. I called again. Same thing. I sent a text. No reply. By three o'clock another two accounts had gone dark. My CFO called back sounding like he might throw up. "Stock is dropping fast. The board wants an emergency meeting tomorrow. Adrian, we need to figure out what the hell is going on." I hung up and looked at Jade. She had her arms crossed tight, watching me. "This is Elise," I said. "It has to be. But how? She was just... there. She cooked dinner sometimes. She never asked about the business. She never" Jade cut me off. "Clearly she was not just there. You slapped her in front of me yesterday and now your entire company is bleeding out. Maybe you should have paid more attention to your wife instead of fucking your secretary." Her words landed hard. I stared at her. "Do not start with me right now." She rolled her eyes and walked over to the bar cart. "I am just saying. Fix this, Adrian. I did not sign up to be with a man who is about to lose everything." The door closed behind her a little too hard. I sat back down and picked up the divorce papers again. My hand shook as I finally signed them. The pen felt heavy. When I finished I leaned back and let out a long breath. Elise Vitale. Not Elise Reeds anymore. The name kept echoing in my head. I had heard whispers about Don Victor Vitale over the years. Everyone in certain circles had. But I never connected it. Never even considered my quiet wife could be part of that world. I poured another drink and stared at the signed papers. Seven years. I had treated her like background noise. Called her dramatic when she wanted basic things. Slapped her yesterday in my own office. And now she was ripping my life apart from the shadows I never knew she controlled. My phone rang again. Unknown number. I answered it anyway. A calm male voice spoke. "Mr. Reeds. This is Marco Vitale. The divorce is now final. All joint assets have been frozen pending review. Do not attempt to contact Elise again. It would be... unwise." The line went dead. I sat there in the quiet office with the city lights starting to come on outside. For the first time in my life I felt real fear crawling up my spine. Elise had never been the lamb I thought she was. She had been something else entirely. And I had just lost her.
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