# Noah's POV#
The audio file plays again in my ear, that damning conversation echoing through my mind like a death sentence. Three hours I've been sitting in my study, listening to Chloe's breathless promises to another man. Her laugh when she called me inadequate. Her calculations about our assets.
But something doesn't add up.
"I'll handle Noah," she said. "Ethan's broke anyway. This is about something bigger."
Ethan Pierce. Her college boyfriend. The man I thought was my rival. But the way she dismissed him suggests someone else entirely.
I check my watch. Eleven AM. Chloe left twenty minutes ago with her usual excuse about prenatal appointments and grocery shopping. The same routine she's maintained for weeks.
Except today, I'm following her.
I grab my keys and head to the garage. The Aston Martin stays parked. Too recognizable. Instead, I take the black sedan we use for discrete business meetings. Tinted windows, generic appearance, perfect for surveillance.
