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By Friday morning, the story exploded across the national financial news outlets.

BOSTON GLOBE: DR. JACK WALKER ARRESTED IN $12M BIO-TECH FRAUD AND EMBEZZLEMENT SCHEME.

WALL STREET JOURNAL: WALKER HOLDINGS SEVERS TIES WITH APEX BIOTECH AMID FORENSIC AUDIT.

I stood in my penthouse office on the top floor of the Walker Financial Tower, watching the news ticker scroll across the wall-mounted television screen. The broadcast showed footage of Jack being led out of his prestigious medical practice in handcuffs by federal agents. He was wearing a dark hoodie over his head, trying desperately to shield his face from the flashing cameras of the assembled media circus.

Natalie Reed had not fared any better.

As the lead regulatory consultant who signed off on the falsified clinical data, federal prosecutors had named her as an unindicted co-conspirator. Her pictures were splashed across every tabloid in the country, alongside lurid headlines about the "Airport Affair" that triggered the fall of a medical empire.

My phone buzzed on the desk. It was an unlisted number.

I picked it up. "Megan Walker."

"Megan... please don't hang up."

It was Jack. He was calling from the federal holding facility in downtown Boston. His voice sounded thin, cracked, and completely devoid of the sharp confidence he had carried for a decade.

"You have two minutes, Jack," I said, staring out at the rain over the skyline. "And this call is being recorded by the Bureau of Prisons."

"I'm facing ten to fifteen years, Megan," he whispered, his breathing ragged. "The bail judge set my bond at five million dollars. I can't pay it. My mother sold her jewelry, but it's not even close. The court froze everything."

"I know," I said. "Gerald requested the freezing order."

"Megan, I'm begging you..." A quiet sob escaped him over the crackling line. "I made a terrible, stupid mistake. I lost my mind. Natalie manipulated me—she told me we could fix the trial results, she convinced me the forged power of attorney would never be caught! Please... put up the bail money. Let me fight this from home. I'll agree to whatever divorce terms you want."

I listened to him cry. A year ago, the sound of Jack in pain would have brought me to my knees. I would have moved mountains to relieve his distress. Now, it sounded like distant thunder—unpleasant, but entirely irrelevant to my life.

"Do you know what the worst part of all this is, Jack?" I asked quietly.

He didn't answer, only gasping for air.

"The worst part isn't that you cheated," I said. "Or that you tried to steal my money. It's that you truly believed I was too stupid to stop you. You thought because I loved you, I was weak."

"I never thought you were weak, Megan—"

"You thought I was an easy target," I interrupted firmly. "You spent ten years taking everything I gave you—my affection, my status, my inheritance—and you convinced yourself that you deserved it simply because you were Dr. Jack Walker. You mistook my kindness for submission."

"Megan, please! The guard says my time is up—"