Wife Takes Down Husband's Firm

The shrill ring of my phone pierced the silence of my bedroom. I fumbled for it on the nightstand, squinting at the harsh light of the screen. Unknown number. My stomach tightened as I answered.

"Hello?"

"Gabriela Gordon." The voice was female, cold, and instantly recognizable. Aurora Bell. My husband's obsession. The woman he'd throw away our marriage for without a second thought.

"What do you want?" I kept my voice steady despite the dread crawling up my spine.

"I have someone precious to you." Her words sliced through me like ice. "This is punishment for interfering in Alistair's life. For trying to come between us."

My heart stuttered. Teagan. My sister. The only family I had left in this world.

"If you want to see her alive again, you'll come alone to the old Crawford boathouse on Lake Mercer." Aurora's voice held no emotion, as if she were discussing the weather rather than a kidnapping. "Tell anyone, especially the police, and you'll be fishing pieces of her from the water for weeks."

"Let me speak to her," I demanded, already scrambling out of bed, reaching for clothes with my free hand.

"The clock is ticking, Gabriela. Come alone, or watch your loved one die."

The line went dead. My hands trembled as I pulled on jeans and a sweater. Teagan was vulnerable, her autism making her defenseless against someone like Aurora. I had to get to her, but I wasn't stupid enough to walk into this trap alone.

I grabbed my phone again, dialing 911 as I slipped on my shoes. Before I could hit call, the front door of our house slammed open with such force that the walls shook.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Alistair's voice boomed through the house, his footsteps thundering up the stairs.

He appeared in the doorway, his face contorted with rage, eyes wild. In that moment, I didn't recognize the man I'd married.

"I'm calling the police," I said, finger hovering over the call button. "Aurora has taken Teagan."

Alistair lunged at me with a speed I'd never witnessed from him before. His hand clamped around my wrist, squeezing until I cried out in pain. The phone clattered to the floor.

"You stupid woman!" he hissed, his face inches from mine. "This is your fault! You threatened Aurora, and now you want to make it worse?"

I struggled against his grip. "She's kidnapped my sister! Let go of me!"

He shoved me against the wall, pinning me there with his forearm across my chest. The pressure made it hard to breathe.

"No police," he growled. "You'll only get her killed."

"Alistair, please," I gasped, tears forming in my eyes. "Teagan is innocent. She's helpless. We need help."

His eyes narrowed. "We're handling this ourselves. Now."

Before I could protest further, he grabbed my arm and dragged me down the stairs. I fought him every step of the way, clawing at his hand, digging my heels into the carpet, but