“That,” he said, “is the bullet.”
Within hours, the insurance company froze Colin’s claim. Nathan filed fraud concerns, financial exploitation allegations, and a civil case challenging every transfer and document Colin had engineered.
He also contacted Colin’s firm.
The records Marissa provided showed that Colin had billed parts of his Bahamas affair trip as client development expenses.
His employer suspended him immediately.
His clients were reassigned.
His accounts were audited.
Men like Colin rarely fall gracefully. They claw at everything on the way down.
His attorney demanded emergency mediation and threatened to sue me for defamation.
Nathan smiled when he heard that.
“He’s scared,” he said. “Good.
Part 7: The Room Where He Lost
The mediation took place on the twentieth floor of a glass office building in Anchorage.
Colin was already seated when we arrived.
He looked thinner. His expensive suit still fit, but the arrogance inside it had begun to crack.
“Evelyn,” he said, standing. “Thank God. This has gone too far.”
I sat without shaking his hand.
His attorney began with a polished speech about grief, stress, complicated marriages, and imperfect decisions.
Nathan waited.
Then he slid a black binder across the table.
“Tab four,” he said.
The attorney opened it.
Bank transfers.
Divorce papers.
Medical records.
Witness statements.
Screenshots.
The transcript of Colin’s Bahamas recording.
Nathan’s voice stayed quiet.
