My Daughter-in-Law Cheated On My Son — So I Took Everything She Owned
Part 2
Dan stared at the credit card receipts and the crisp photographs spread across my kitchen table.
The color completely drained from his face.
He picked up a clear photo of Megan sitting intimately on Craig’s lap.
His hands trembled violently.
I explained exactly how she had been secretly funneling his hard-earned money to keep her lover’s failing business afloat.
That was the final, devastating blow that shattered him.
He pushed his chair away from the table, walked over to the window, and put his back to me.
His broad shoulders shook with silent, agonizing sobs.
I did not get up to comfort him.
I let him experience the full weight of the betrayal.
When he finally returned to the table, he wiped his face and asked me what he should do.
I told him I had already spoken with Susan, the most ruthless divorce attorney in the state.
She was actively drafting the paperwork to file first thing Monday morning.
Because Megan had committed financial fraud against the marriage, we could secure full custody of Lily and seize the majority of their remaining assets.
But timing was absolutely everything.
If Megan caught wind of our strategy, she would immediately hide the remaining money and try to coach Lily.
Dan asked me when he should confront her.
I looked at the clock on the wall and told him he would do it in exactly eight minutes.
I explained that I had already made another difficult phone call earlier that week.
I had tracked down and contacted Craig’s wife, Brenda.
She had been working crushing shifts at the hospital while her husband slept with my daughter-in-law.
Brenda deserved the exact same opportunity to reclaim her life.
She was currently marching into Craig’s construction shop with her brother for protection.
We had agreed to execute the dual confrontations simultaneously at 6:15 PM so neither cheater could warn the other.
Dan nodded slowly.
He possessed a deep, unwavering sense of fairness, and he understood the brutal necessity of my plan.
He asked where his wife was right now.
I told him she was waiting for him at their house, completely unaware of the storm about to hit her.
I had already arranged for Rachel to take Lily to the movies to spare her the trauma.
Dan thanked me, walked out to his car, and drove home to destroy his cheating wife’s world.
He executed the plan flawlessly.
But when she finally realized she had lost everything, what do you think was the very first question she asked him?
Part 3
When Megan finally realized she had lost everything, she did not apologize to her husband.
She did not ask if Dan was going to be alright, nor did she shed a single tear of remorse.
She simply looked at him with cold, calculating eyes and asked, “Who told you?”
And moments later, she asked, “Was it your father?”
Dan stood in the center of their living room, staring at the woman he had loved for eleven years.
The sheer lack of humanity in her response confirmed everything his father had told him just an hour before.
He did not scream, and he did not throw things.
He just turned his back on her and walked away, knowing the trap had already snapped shut.
The trap had been set weeks earlier, high in the Smoky Mountains, by a patient man who knew how to wait.
Arthur Whitcomb had been driving up to that isolated mountain cabin for forty-three winters.
His grandfather had built the original structure out of heavy timber back in the late fifties.
His own father had added the wide back porch right before Arthur was born.
When Arthur’s beautiful wife Helen grew sick, they spent her final, fragile summer up there listening to the loons on the water.
He kept going back after she passed because that quiet, wind-swept place was the closest thing he had to a church.
That Tuesday in late October, the seventy-one-year-old former district attorney drove up from the city to winterize the property.
He brought his dented thermos of black coffee and a simple ham sandwich his neighbor had packed for him.
He came around the final bend of the gravel road and immediately hit the brakes.
A brand new black Ford truck sat parked right in front of his porch.
Arthur did not recognize the heavy vehicle.
His son Dan drove a sensible sedan, and his daughter-in-law Megan drove a silver minivan.
Arthur cut the engine and sat there while the hot metal of his truck ticked in the cold mountain air.
Two distinct sets of footprints marked the soft dirt leading up to his front door.
His hip throbbed as he pushed himself out of the driver’s seat.
Forty years working as a district attorney had permanently wired his brain to document anomalies before asking questions.
He pulled out his phone and snapped a clear picture of the Tennessee license plate.
He stepped onto the cedar porch and reached into his coat pocket for his heavy brass keys.
A piercing, unmistakable giggle bled through the heavy timber.
The tone was absolutely hers.
Dan had married her eleven years ago in a beautiful coastal chapel down in Charleston.
His son had explicitly told him on Sunday that she was visiting her sister Rachel in another city.
Dan was currently at a theme park in Florida, treating their nine-year-old daughter Lily to a long-awaited vacation.
A deeper chuckle followed immediately after, vibrating with casual intimacy.
The resonance carried the weight of a person who had completely settled in.
Arthur slowly pulled his trembling hand away from the doorknob.
He stepped backward off the porch and crept around to the side of the cabin.
The window shades had been pulled down, yet a slight tilt in the louvers offered a clear view.
He peered through the narrow gap.
Megan sat intimately on the lap of a broad-shouldered man he had never seen before in his life.
A bottle of Arthur’s expensive whiskey sat open on the table beside two empty coffee mugs.
The stranger stroked her back with a terrible, practiced familiarity.
Megan leaned down and kissed him.
There was zero hesitation or frantic energy in the embrace.
Their mouths moved with the smooth, practiced rhythm of a long-standing affair.
Arthur’s knees instantly went weak.
He braced a trembling hand against the rough cedar siding to keep himself from collapsing.
He had not cried since Helen’s funeral.
Hot tears burned his eyes as a suffocating tightness gripped his chest.
He backed away from the window, desperate for air.
He stumbled toward his truck and drove half a mile down to the boat launch to hide in the trees.
His heart slammed against his ribs like a trapped bird.
He knew exactly what would happen if an old man confronted a much younger stranger in an isolated cabin.
He needed concrete evidence.
He hiked up the steep, overgrown deer trail behind the woodshed.
His heavy boots made absolutely no sound on the damp pine needles.
He found a clear vantage point looking straight through the large back window onto the deck.
They had moved outside with their drinks to look at the water.
Arthur pressed the cold camera against his face and started taking pictures.
He zoomed in on the man’s face, the truck, and the way Megan leaned against his chest like a devoted wife.
He photographed him pouring her another glass of his own whiskey.
He captured the exact moment the stranger tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.
Arthur stood completely still in those freezing woods for two solid hours.
The bitter cold seeped into his bones, but a quiet, calculating fire ignited in his chest.
The man finally stood up, stretched his broad arms, and they walked back inside.
Arthur watched Megan wash their glasses and dry them meticulously.
The stranger fluffed the throw pillows on the couch.
Every movement was methodical and sanitized.
Megan locked the cabin with a spare key Dan had given her fifteen years ago.
Her silver minivan rolled away down the gravel path, leaving the forest quiet once more.
He sat at the kitchen table and let himself feel the devastating grief for exactly one minute.
When the minute ended, he pulled out a yellow legal pad and went to work.
Arthur knew precisely what he was looking at.
Four decades of prosecuting criminal cases had taught him exactly how these situations unfolded.
He had seen what happened when a man found out his wife was cheating and acted on pure emotion.
The betrayed husband would yell, confront her, and demand answers immediately.
By the time the emotional husband finally got around to thinking about the legal consequences, the cheating wife had already changed her story.
She would hide the money, hire a vicious lawyer, and start turning the children against him.
By the time the actual divorce papers got filed, the cheater always had a six-month head start.
Arthur was absolutely not going to let that happen to his son.
The very first thing he did was call an old friend named Frank.
Frank and Arthur had worked the same judicial circuit for thirty years.
Arthur had been the relentless prosecutor, and Frank had been the brilliant investigator who built half his cases.
Frank had retired the same year Arthur did and now ran a small private firm doing background checks and divorce work.
Frank never asked unnecessary questions.
Arthur gave him the license plate number, described the stranger, and told him he needed everything he could find.
Then Arthur drove home to Asheville.
He did not speak to a single person for the entire two-hour drive.
He did not cry, even though he had to pull over twice because his hands were shaking so violently.
When he finally got home, he made a pot of black coffee, sat in his quiet office, and waited.
Frank called him back the very next afternoon.
The black truck was registered to a man named Craig.
Craig was forty-six years old and lived in a neighboring town about an hour away.
He had been married for nineteen years to a woman named Brenda.
They had two children currently in high school.
Craig ran a small, struggling construction company that did high-end remodels and lake house builds.
He had built additions and decks for several families in the area around Arthur’s cabin.
That was almost certainly how he and Megan had originally met.
Dan had hired Craig two summers ago to completely redo the master bathroom in their townhouse.
Arthur remembered it clearly now.
There had been a loud construction crew at the house for three weeks.
Arthur remembered Megan coming over to his house with Lily, complaining that she just couldn’t stand the dust.
Arthur told Frank to dig much deeper.
He wanted phone records, hotel receipts, and credit card statements.
Arthur told him to take absolutely all the time he needed.
Two long weeks dragged into three agonizing weeks.
He told Arthur he needed to sit down for this one.
The affair had been going on for two years and four months.
Craig had taken Megan to cheap hotels in neighboring towns, and once to Charleston for a long weekend.
Megan had boldly told Dan that specific trip was a mandatory real estate sales conference.
There were damning credit card receipts for expensive jewelry and lavish restaurant bills.
There was a massive hotel charge from a luxury resort for a night Megan had claimed she was attending a friend’s bachelorette party.
But Frank had uncovered something else entirely.
He slid a stack of complex bank records across the table.
Megan worked part-time as a real estate agent and made decent money.
But Dan was a highly successful corporate accountant with a massive salary.
Dan handled the stressful bills, which meant Megan had a tremendous amount of room to maneuver in their joint accounts.
Over the past eighteen months, she had systematically moved nearly sixty thousand dollars out of their savings.
She moved the money in small, calculated chunks.
Some of it had gone to a separate, secret checking account in her name only.
Some of it had gone directly to Craig’s construction company.
Megan had disguised those transfers as payments for consulting work she had supposedly subcontracted to him.
Some of it had gone straight out as untraceable cash withdrawals.
Arthur sat there at his kitchen table, staring at the documents in total shock.
The only thing he could say for a full minute was a whispered prayer.
Craig was in massive financial trouble, too.
His construction company had been teetering on the edge of bankruptcy for three years.
He was heavily leveraged on a shop building, severely behind on subcontractor payments, and drowning in debt.
One of his major suppliers had even filed a lien against him in September.
Frank’s professional theory was that Megan had been quietly feeding him Dan’s cash to keep him afloat.
Whether she actually knew how bad his finances were, or whether she thought she was investing in their future together, Frank couldn’t say.
Arthur thanked his old friend, paid him in full, and walked him out to his car.
Frank stopped at the driver’s door and looked at Arthur with deep concern.
He asked his old friend if he was going to be alright.
Arthur looked him dead in the eye and said he wasn’t right now, but he would be.
Frank nodded slowly and drove off into the crisp autumn afternoon.
Arthur went back into the empty house and sat at the table with the devastating folder in front of him.
He thought about his son for a very long time.
Dan was thirty-eight years old and had his mother’s kind eyes.
He worked far too hard, he forgave far too easily, and he loved his wife the way Arthur had loved Helen.
It was a whole, reservations-free kind of love.
It was the kind of love that rarely survives a betrayal because it simply isn’t built to expect one.
Arthur thought about his sweet granddaughter, Lily.
She was nine years old and still climbed into his lap when he sat on the porch swing.
She had lost her grandmother when she was six.
She had cried at Helen’s funeral with a huge, silent grief that Arthur would never forget.
He was going to have to look his son in the eye and tell him his entire life was a lie.
There was absolutely no way around it.
The only choice Arthur had left was exactly how to do it.
He picked up his phone and called another old friend.
Her name was Susan, and she was the most ruthless, brilliant divorce attorney he had ever known.
She used to be a fierce public defender, and they had battled on opposite sides of dozens of cases back in the eighties.
She was now in her late sixties and semi-retired.
But she still took on high-stakes cases that genuinely interested her.
Arthur told her he had something that might interest her.
He drove down to her elegant office in Hendersonville two days later.
She read through Frank’s extensive file in total silence for forty minutes.
When she was finally done, she closed the folder, pushed her reading glasses up onto her head, and looked at him.
She calmly stated that his daughter-in-law had just done his son a massive favor.
Arthur frowned and asked her exactly what she meant.
Susan explained that their state followed equitable distribution laws.
Adultery on its own rarely got a betrayed spouse much in court.
But marital misconduct involving the deliberate dissipation of marital assets was an entirely different animal.
Megan had been secretly moving sixty thousand dollars of Dan’s money to support her illicit affair.
That was not just simple adultery.
That was actionable financial fraud against the marriage.
Susan confidently explained they could argue that point to secure a much bigger property settlement.
And the custody question was even stronger.
With a young child involved, a documented pattern of deception this deep over two years got framed as poor judgment.
It proved dishonesty and the creation of an unstable home environment.
Susan promised they would argue that Dan should have primary physical custody, and they would win.
She set her glasses down on the folder and leaned forward.
However, the clock was their greatest enemy.
If Megan got wind of this before Dan filed, she would immediately hide the remaining assets.
She would cruelly coach her daughter to fear her father.
She would put together her own fabricated narrative of abuse or neglect.
They had to move incredibly fast, and they had to move in absolute silence.
Susan asked Arthur if he had told his son yet.
Arthur shook his head.
Susan told him to do it immediately, and to have Dan call her the very same hour.
The next morning, he called Dan.
He told him he needed him to come over for supper that Friday.
He casually mentioned it was about a minor legal matter.
He said he just needed his help reviewing some boring paperwork.
He expertly made it sound like absolutely nothing.
Dan cheerfully agreed and promised to be there at six on the dot.
He had been thinking constantly about Craig’s wife, Brenda.
He had been thinking about her for two solid weeks.
There was a photograph in Frank’s file, a picture he had taken outside her busy workplace.
Arthur had stared at that picture more than once.
Brenda was about Megan’s age, maybe a couple of years older.
She had brown hair pulled back tight, tired eyes, and wore blue nurse’s scrubs.
She worked at a massive regional hospital.
According to Frank, she did sixty brutal hours a week as a charge nurse on the cardiac floor.
Craig’s late nights had been easy to explain away because she was rarely home herself.
She genuinely did not know her husband was a parasite.
Arthur thought about his beloved Helen.
If Helen had been alive, and somebody had been doing this to her, taking her money and dignity, Arthur would have wanted to know.
If another person knew the truth and sat on the information for their own convenience, Arthur would never have forgiven them.
He called Brenda on a crisp Wednesday morning.
He dialed her cell number directly from Frank’s comprehensive file.
She picked up on the second ring, sounding exhausted.
Arthur introduced himself calmly and clearly.
He told her he was calling from Asheville, and he had something terrible to tell her.
He apologized in advance but insisted she had a right to know.
There was a long pause, and she cautiously asked who he was.
Arthur delivered the blow cleanly.
He told her that his daughter-in-law had been having an affair with her husband for over two years.
He told her he had hard evidence, photographs, hotel receipts, and bank records.
He promised to send it to her email in the next hour.
He explained he was about to confront his own son with the exact same information.
He was calling her because she deserved to make the same choice his son was going to get to make.
She did not speak for a very long time.
Arthur heard her heavy breathing, and he heard a hospital page echoing in the background.
Then she quietly admitted she had been wondering for a year.
She had been calling herself crazy and paranoid for twelve agonizing months.
Arthur told her firmly that she was not paranoid.
Brenda asked him to send her absolutely everything.
Arthur sent her a clean, digitized copy of Frank’s file.
Within an hour, she called him back.
Her voice was entirely different from the exhausted woman who had answered the phone earlier.
It was steadier, sharper, and much colder.
She asked Arthur exactly when he was telling his son.
Arthur told her he was doing it on Friday.
She demanded to know the exact hour.
She wanted to confront Craig at the exact same minute Dan confronted Megan.
She refused to let either of them have a chance to warn the other and get a fabricated story straight.
Arthur smiled grimly and told her that was exactly what he was hoping she would say.
Brenda explained her husband would be at his shop on Friday until at least seven.
She planned to go there with her brother for safety, because Craig had a nasty temper.
She scheduled her strike for exactly six-fifteen.
Arthur promised he would tell his son at six-fifteen.
Brenda thanked him with a voice thick with raw emotion.
She told him her two children were not going to have to grow up with their mother pretending everything was fine.
They hung up, and Arthur sat with the phone in his hand and wept.
He cried for his son, for the children, and for the unbelievable mess that selfish people make of decent lives.
Friday finally arrived.
Dan showed up at six o’clock on the dot, just the way he had since he was a boy.
He gave Arthur a warm one-armed hug at the door and cheerfully asked what was for supper.
Arthur told his son to sit down at the table, warning him they were not going to eat for a minute.
Dan sat down, looking confused.
Arthur placed a heavy glass of neat bourbon in front of him without asking.
He sat down across from him, with Frank’s thick folder resting in the chair beside him.
Arthur looked at his son and told him he had something to say that was going to break his heart.
Dan’s cheerful face instantly went completely still.
He asked if Arthur was sick or dying.
Arthur assured him he was fine, but that this was about Megan.
He told Dan about driving up to the cabin.
He told him about hearing her sharp laugh through the solid wooden door.
He explained how he had taken pictures and walked away into the freezing woods.
He told him he had hired Frank and waited three agonizing weeks for the truth.
Dan did not say a single word.
He sat there with his hands perfectly flat on the wooden table and listened.
His face grew paler and paler with every sentence.
Arthur told him about Craig, the two years and four months, the cheap motels, and the luxury trip to the Biltmore.
He opened the heavy folder and started laying the evidence out like a prosecuting attorney.
He showed him the damning credit card receipts and the crisp photographs.
Dan picked up one photograph of his wife sitting on Craig’s lap.
He held it for a long time as his strong hands started to shake uncontrollably.
Then, Arthur told him about the stolen money.
He explained how Megan had systematically drained sixty thousand dollars to fund her lover’s failing business.
That was the final blow that completely broke through whatever was holding Dan together.
He pushed violently back from the table and stood up.
He walked to the window and stood there with his back to his father.
His broad shoulders shook violently.
He was crying without making any sound at all.
After a few minutes, Dan came back to the table and sat heavily down.
He wiped his wet face with the back of his hand and asked his father what he should do.
Arthur told him he had already talked to Susan.
He reminded Dan how brilliant she was, and assured him she was ready to take this on.
He promised they could have papers filed first thing Monday morning.
They could perfectly protect Lily and save what was left of his hard-earned savings.
Dan’s eyes hardened, and he asked when he should confront her.
Arthur looked at his watch and told him he would do it tonight at six-fifteen, which was exactly eight minutes from now.
He then told Dan about Brenda.
He explained she would be confronting Craig at the exact same time, for the exact same reasons.
Dan nodded slowly, understanding the brutal perfection of the plan.
He asked where Megan was right now.
Arthur told him she was waiting for him at their house.
He had already called Rachel in Knoxville and asked her to take Lily to the movies.
Rachel had agreed without asking why, because she was a good woman who loved Dan and Lily.
Dan looked at his father in awe and noted that he had thought of absolutely everything.
Arthur apologized for being the one to ruin his life.
Dan fiercely told him to never apologize for protecting him.
He drove home like a man on a terrible mission.
Arthur sat on his porch, watching the last light fade out of the autumn sky.
At exactly six-fifteen, he imagined two devastating confrontations happening in two different houses an hour apart.
His son walking into his living room with a folder under his arm.
A tired nurse named Brenda walking into a dusty construction shop with her brother-in-law beside her.
Dan called Arthur at eight-forty-five that night.
His voice was terrifyingly calm.
He reported that Megan was packing her things and leaving for her sister’s house.
She had tried to call Craig eleven times, but he was not picking up.
Susan was ready for tomorrow.
Dan told Arthur that when Megan finally stopped denying the overwhelming evidence, she didn’t apologize.
She simply asked who had told him, and if it had been his father.
Dan realized in that moment that Arthur had just saved him from twenty more years of miserable lies.
The next eight months were the hardest of Dan’s life, and the proudest of Arthur’s.
Susan was an absolute force of legal nature.
She filed the paperwork early Monday morning.
She presented the bank records, the receipts, and the photographs to the judge before Megan had even retained her own attorney.
The dissipation of marital assets argument hit the courtroom like a falling brick.
Megan’s desperate attorney tried to argue that the cabin photographs had been obtained illegally by trespass.
Susan gleefully pointed out that the cabin belonged to Arthur, and he had simply been documenting the unauthorized use of his own private property.
The judge agreed immediately.
The brutal custody hearing was the hardest day.
Megan got on the stand and tried to play the devastated, loving mother.
She cried at all the right times.
But when Susan methodically laid out the timeline of the affair, Megan crumbled.
Susan asked her under oath whether she had ever taken Craig to the cabin while Lily was sleeping in the next state.
Megan could not answer.
She just sat there in stunned silence.
Dan was awarded primary physical custody.
Megan was granted every other weekend, with severe conditions.
The property settlement was heavily lopsided in Dan’s favor.
The court accepted that sixty thousand dollars in marital funds had been wasted to support the illicit affair.
That money came back to him in the form of the house and the entirety of their retirement accounts.
Craig did not fare any better.
Brenda filed for divorce two days after Dan did.
She hired a forensic accountant to completely tear through Craig’s business books.
They discovered he had been pulling cash out of the failing business for a year to keep himself in fancy restaurants and hotels.
The IRS got extremely interested.
The angry subcontractors who hadn’t been paid started filing massive lawsuits.
Craig’s construction company formally filed for bankruptcy in March.
He was forced to move into his brother’s tiny spare room in May.
The last anyone heard, he was working as a lowly foreman for somebody else’s outfit.
Megan eventually moved back in with her parents down in Charleston.
She tried to call Dan a few times, but he never picked up.
She wrote him a massive ten-page letter at one point.
He handed it to Arthur completely unopened and asked him to put it in a drawer.
Arthur locked it in his desk drawer without a second thought.
It was now almost a year later.
They were coming up on October again.
Last week, Arthur drove up to the mountain cabin.
Dan came with him, bringing Lily and Rachel.
Arthur had stayed close to Megan’s sister in a way he had never expected.
They all worked together to pull the dock, drain the heavy pipes, and cover the boats.
Lily helped Arthur sweep the wide cedar porch.
She was ten years old now, taller, and had Helen’s bright eyes.
That night, Arthur lit a roaring fire in the stone fire pit.
Lily happily roasted marshmallows while Dan sat next to Arthur with a cold beer in his hand.
Dan looked tired, but not the devastating kind of tired he had been a year ago.
He looked like a man who was doing real, honest work to rebuild his life.
He looked at his father and quietly admitted that he was going to be alright.
Every time Dan started feeling sorry for himself, he thought about his father’s incredible patience.
Arthur told him that was just what fathers do.
He would have stood in those freezing woods for two solid days if it meant protecting his son.
Dan nodded, watching his beautiful daughter laughing across the firelight at something the dog had done.
Dan promised that when Lily was old enough, he would tell her exactly what Arthur did.
He wanted her to grow up knowing her grandfather was the kind of man who thinks carefully before he acts.
A couple of weeks later, Arthur received a handwritten card in the mail from Brenda.
They had stayed in occasional touch, bonded by a trauma nobody else could quite understand.
She wrote that she had finalized her brutal divorce and was successfully selling the house.
Her son had gotten into college on a partial scholarship, and her daughter was applying to nursing school.
She promised she would be grateful to him for as long as she lived.
Arthur placed the card in his desk drawer, setting it firmly on top of Megan’s unopened letter where its weight belonged.
He had thought a lot about that one phone call over the past year.
People often talk about revenge like it has to be loud, violent, and explosive.
Arthur’s revenge was a simple phone call to a tired woman in nurse’s scrubs on a Wednesday morning.
He had given her the brutal truth and let her decide exactly what to do with it.
Craig paid for what he did because his own wife held him accountable, not because Arthur threw a punch.
The truth, given to the exact right person at the exact right time, does far more damage than any fist ever could.
The mountain cabin was closed up for the winter now.
The heavy dock was in the shed, and the pipes were completely drained.
Next May, Arthur would open it back up.
Dan would come up with Lily, and maybe Rachel would come too.
As for Arthur, he was seventy-two now.
He sat on his porch most evenings with a heavy glass of bourbon, watching the golden light filter down through the dogwoods.
He missed his wife terribly, but he loved his son fiercely.
He would gladly walk through fire for his granddaughter.
If he had to do that whole long, terrible year all over again, he would do it the exact same way.
He would just do it slower, and far more carefully.
That is what good fathers do.
They protect their children, no matter how old they get or what it costs.
Arthur had come to believe that real, undeniable strength is almost always perfectly quiet.
Loud men make a lot of meaningless noise and inevitably lose.
Quiet men think, plan, and wait in the freezing shadows.
And when they finally decide to move, they move exactly once.
And the matter is permanently settled.
Megan did what she did, and the horrific consequences eventually came for her.
She had built her entire life on a fragile foundation of lies that simply could not hold the weight.
You cannot systematically lie to your husband for over two years and steal sixty thousand dollars from your child’s future and expect that house to stand.
Megan was inside it.
And thanks to Arthur’s infinite patience, she lost everything she had ever valued.
THE END
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