At the same time, his daughters were on their way over. He had called Emily and Chloe earlier, his voice steady but urgent: Come home tomorrow morning. I need to talk to you. It's important.
By noon the next day, they were sitting in the living room, their faces pale with confusion. Andrew poured black coffee in their mugs and set them down carefully, then unfolded the truth.
"The marriage you thought was solid, it wasn't. Your mother's been cheating on me. Not only that, she's been helping Grant commit fraud at the hospital. The FBI is involved now."
Emily's face drained of color, her mug trembling in her hands. Chloe stared in disbelief. "No, Dad, that can't be true. Mom wouldn't."
Andrew slid the folder across the coffee table: photos, receipts, screenshots, evidence they couldn't ignore.
Emily pressed a hand to her mouth. Chloe shook her head, whispering, "This isn't real. Mom wouldn't do this to us."
"She already has," Andrew said, his tone steady. "You both deserve to know before this hits the news."
Chloe's voice cracked. "So, you're divorcing her?"
Andrew nodded. "Yes. And I need you to understand this wasn't my choice. She made it the moment she betrayed us."
That evening, the call came in. Tommy's voice was calm but firm. "They've got her, Andrew. FBI raided the Marriott room. Grant's in custody, Lauren, too. It's over."