My Husband Called Me a Thief; I Proved Him GuiltyChapter 1

After I used my new husband Ethan's card to pay for my mother's surgery, he called the police on me and signed off on having her ashes dumped into the sea.

Now he'd listed my everyday expenses as evidence of theft too, smiling as he said, "In three days, enjoy your fifteen years in prison."

I handed my lawyer the hospital's receipt for a fifty-thousand-dollar refund—the unused treatment fees returned after my mother died.

I guessed Ethan didn't know yet that this receipt could prove I never kept the money for myself.

Just as the judge was about to bring down the gavel, my lawyer stood. "I have new evidence."

On my wedding day, I got a call from the hospital.

My mother's lung cancer had worsened. She needed to be moved to the oncology center immediately.

I borrowed fifty thousand dollars from my new husband Ethan on the spot to cover the surgery deposit.

He didn't refuse. But from that day on, he was convinced my mother and I were after the Carter family's money.

Later I learned it was one sentence from Chloe that did it.

She said my mother's treatment was a bottomless pit, no amount of money would ever be enough.

From then on, the way Ethan looked at me changed. I never got the chance to explain.

"All future expenses go through an application." He handed me a household budget form. "Chloe will review them."

Chloe Reed was Ethan's most trusted assistant.

She arranged his work. She also managed every cent I spent.

Buying medicine, paying the electric bill, covering my mother's treatment—all of it required her approval first.

Application after application was rejected.

I sent Ethan the medical records, the bills, the doctor's notes. He never opened a single one.

"Your mother's treatment costs went up again." His voice was cold. "Do you two ever think it's enough?"

Then my mother went critical. The doctor told me the surgery had to happen immediately. The deposit was fifty thousand dollars.

I didn't fill out that application again—the one that was guaranteed to be rejected.

I picked up the black card Ethan left at home and ran to the hospital. Fifty thousand dollars.

That night, Ethan brought the police to me and accused me of misappropriating company funds.

Before I could explain, a loud crash came from the ward.

I rushed to the window. A crowd had gathered below.

My tears blurred her face. All I could see was the gray coat she'd worn in the hospital, lying on the ground.

I started to run downstairs.

Ethan caught up and grabbed my arm. He glanced at the window.

Then he looked at me, his eyes going cold.

"Drop the act. I was only going to have you locked up for fifteen days. You don't need to put on a show to dodge prison."

I shook off his hand and looked at the empty bed. I laughed, hopeless.

"Is fifteen days enough?" I turned to look at him. "Prosecute me. I'll take fifteen years."

He thought I was being dramatic.

I didn't tell him I'd stopped begging him to believe me.

The day I was taken away, a nurse ran out and told me my mother's body had been sent to the morgue. She said family had to claim it within fifteen days.

I counted the days in detention. I counted to the fifteenth.

After fifteen days in detention, Ethan posted bail for me.

He came to pick me up personally, Chloe on his arm.

He shoved a stack of documents at me. "The trial is in three days. All the evidence is here. If you want prison, I'll give it to you."

I opened the first page. Every rejected daily expense had become evidence of a crime.

I closed the file.

"Fine."

The female officer couldn't help speaking up. "Ethan, you're still married. She took the money to save her mother. Does it have to go to court?"

"Her family doesn't deserve sympathy." Ethan grabbed my wrist and dragged me toward the door.

I reached for the passenger door. Chloe slid in first.

"Sorry. Ethan's passenger seat has always been mine."

Ethan looked at me, a smile at the corner of his mouth. "If you beg me, I might consider pushing the divorce date back."

"I'm not fighting for it." I pulled my hand back. "Just give me five dollars. I'll take a taxi myself."

His face darkened. "Did you fill out the application? Chloe hasn't approved it. What are you going to pay with?"