My Husband Tried To Kill My Father To Steal His $2.8B Fortune—But He Had No Idea I Was Ready To Expose Everything

After marrying Justin, I never imagined the darkness lurking beneath his charming exterior. When my father fell seriously ill, I discovered that Justin had been secretly plotting to kill him in order to inherit his massive fortune. As my father’s health deteriorated, I uncovered Justin’s manipulative schemes and his attempts to control my inheritance. But he underestimated me.

I am Jessica Scott, and I had just turned 39 not long ago. It felt strange to think of myself as the “sold” as I sat there, lost in thought. I heard someone calling my name. It was Justin, my husband.

“What are you doing sitting around here?” he asked. “If you’re bored, you could at least clean the house.”

I sighed softly. Things weren’t always like this when we first met. It wasn’t like this at all. I met Justin a year before last year, and at that time, I had no real interest in marriage. In fact, it felt more like I was married to my job. But somehow, I ended up marrying him.

It all started with my father. “No matter how many times you try, I have no intention of marrying,” I had told him at the time.

But my father was stubborn. He kept insisting that Justin was a good man and promised that I’d understand if I met him. Every day, my father would bring it up again and again. But I knew what he was doing—it was his strategy to get me to meet Justin.

“Don’t you want to meet him yet?” my father asked again one day.
“No,” I replied flatly. It felt like just a month of back and forth, and as usual, my father tried to persuade me to meet Justin. “Look at his photo at least. Then you can decide,” he insisted.

“Fine,” I said. “I’ll look at it, but that’s all.”
“Where’s the photo?” I asked.
“In your study, as always,” my father replied.

I went to my father’s study on the first floor to get the photo. But just as I was about to reach for it, I heard a thud. My heart dropped as I rushed to check. There, I found my father lying face down on the floor. “Father, what happened?” I shouted in panic.

My mother, hearing the noise, quickly arrived. Even in such a crisis, she was strangely calm. “Jessica, call an ambulance,” she said without hesitation.

I quickly called, and within 15 minutes, the ambulance arrived. My father was unconscious, but his heart was still beating. They rushed him to the hospital, and the doctors began treatment immediately. My father had a stroke—a blood vessel had blocked temporarily, causing him to lose consciousness.

“Father, I’m so sorry,” I whispered, guilt washing over me. Who could have known this would happen? This was no laughing matter.

Fortunately, there was no serious concern with his health, so he was able to return home soon. However, my father had all the risk factors—high blood pressure, smoking, drinking. The doctor warned him to take better care of himself.

“No more alcohol or cigarettes,” the doctor said sternly.
“But those are my pleasures,” my father protested, as if it was someone else’s problem.
“What if you collapse again?” I asked, my voice filled with worry.

My father just shrugged. He had always loved drinking, especially wine—he’d collected it from all over the world, and it was his pride. But his health was at risk, and yet he wouldn’t listen. Then he made a proposition.

“If you say so, I have a proposition too,” he said, looking like he was enjoying the situation.
“What proposition?” I asked, not sure where this was headed.
“This isn’t really the time for negotiations,” I said, annoyed.

“If you want me to listen, you’ll have to accept my condition.”
“What’s that condition?” he asked.
“Meet the man I want to introduce you to,” he said casually.

I couldn’t believe it. If this was the only way to get him to live longer, then I was willing to meet this man.
“Okay,” I said. “I’ll meet him.”
“Good,” my father said, looking satisfied. “There’s no time to waste,” my father said. “I’ll call him now.”

As promised, the man arrived the next morning. “Sorry for the sudden invitation,” my father said, ushering him inside. “This is Justin, a promising figure from a company we do business with.”

“Nice to meet you,” Justin said politely.
“I’m Jessica Scott,” I said, offering him my hand. And that was how I met Justin.

Despite it being our first meeting, we got along well right from the start. We talked about work, and it turned out that my father and Justin had met at a president’s social. As we spoke, my father proudly told Justin all about me. Then Justin asked a question that caught my attention.

“I heard from President Scott that you were incredibly popular in your school days,” he said, turning down boys left and right. “Huh, is that true?”
“My father asked with a smirk as if he were proud of himself for bringing it up.

I shot him a glare. “Don’t glare at me like that,” he said quickly. “You’ve been saying strange things again.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked, frustrated.

“Well, it’s mostly true,” he admitted, though he may have exaggerated a little.
I rolled my eyes. “You really shouldn’t believe everything he says,” I muttered. “He exaggerates a lot.”

After the wedding, as my father had wished, everything seemed to be going smoothly at first. Justin appeared to be the perfect husband. He took care of me, my family, and especially my father.

He always spent time with my dad and talked with him like close friends. Every time I saw them laughing and sharing stories, I felt happy and reassured.

As time passed, life seemed to settle into a calm routine, and I thought I had found the ideal partner. But then one day, while I was working at my father’s company, my phone suddenly rang. I glanced at the screen and saw an unfamiliar number. I picked it up, my heart sinking with unease.

“Hello, is this Jessica Scott?” the voice on the other end asked. “I’m calling from the hospital. I regret to inform you that your father has been admitted. His condition has worsened due to alcohol consumption.”

The words hit me like a bolt of lightning. I was immediately thrown into a panic. My father—someone I loved dearly and had always tried to protect—was in danger again. Without wasting another second, I rushed out of the office and headed straight for the hospital.

When I arrived, the doctor informed me that my father’s health had relapsed due to drinking again. His old illness had resurfaced, and he was now in a vulnerable state. Despite all the warnings he had received, he had continued his habits, and it had caught up with him. I couldn’t help but feel helpless and devastated.

I returned home with one goal in mind—to confront Justin. I needed to understand why he allowed this to happen. “Why did you let my father drink again?” I asked, my voice thick with frustration as I entered the house.

Justin didn’t even look up from his paperwork. “What’s gotten into you all of a sudden?” he replied, his tone flat, as if this was all trivial.
“Your father seemed stressed from work,” he added nonchalantly. “If it led to this, then it was pointless to stop him now.”

His words stung, and the more I heard, the more I realized something wasn’t right. Justin was acting like this wasn’t important, like my father’s health was something he didn’t care about. It was as though he was indifferent to the severity of the situation, and that left me feeling completely alone.

I had thought that marrying Justin would be a partnership built on trust and care, but now I was seeing a side of him that was unfamiliar and unsettling. His lack of empathy, his dismissive attitude—it all made me question who he truly was.

As time went on, our communication became strained. When I tried to talk to him, he would often ignore me, lost in his own world. I couldn’t help but feel that he was hiding something. He was on the phone late every night, speaking in hushed tones.

At first, I thought he might be cheating, but the more I overheard, the more I realized it wasn’t that. He kept mentioning how things were “going smoothly” and that something was going to happen soon. It all sounded strangely familiar, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.

Suspicion and curiosity started eating away at me, so one day, I decided to investigate. I made my way into his study when he wasn’t around. It was a place I usually avoided, but something told me that I needed to know what was going on.

The room was neat and organized, just like Justin always kept it. Everything was in place, except for one spot—the desk. There, I saw a mess of papers scattered across the surface. Among them, there were pictures of my father and me, along with various documents about the company. I was confused. Why was Justin keeping all of this?

Just as I was trying to make sense of it, I heard the front door open. Justin had returned. Panic set in as I knocked something off the desk in my haste to put everything back. That’s when I noticed something—written in red ink on the back of one of the photos was a message. I couldn’t read it completely, but I knew it was important.

“What are you doing in here?” Justin’s voice was sharp, and I froze in place.
“I was just thinking about cleaning up,” I stammered, trying to cover my tracks.

“Who said you could come in here?” Justin demanded, his eyes narrowing as he advanced toward me.
“Calm down, will you?” I tried to stay composed.

“How can I calm down? Did you see what’s on the desk, yes or no?” he asked, his voice filled with fury.
I panicked, trying to cover up. “I didn’t see anything,” I replied quickly, hoping he hadn’t realized what I had found.

“You’ve really done something terrible now,” Justin said, his face darkening. He seemed to care more about what I had discovered than the situation itself.
He locked the room’s door and walked toward me, his steps heavy. “What are you going to do now?” he demanded, his voice low. “I need to make you understand your place.”

My heart raced. “Stop it, Justin!” I shouted, trying to pull away from his grip.
He grabbed my arm forcefully, his eyes cold with determination. “Listen to me. Don’t go against me. If you do, you’ll see hell.”

I was terrified. The man I had married had changed into someone I didn’t recognize—someone I was afraid of. Shortly after this incident, Justin changed the locks on the room, making sure I couldn’t access it again.

That was the moment I realized that our relationship had completely shifted. We were no longer the couple I thought we were. The trust and warmth had vanished, and in its place was fear and distance.

The emotional toll of dealing with Justin’s behavior was becoming unbearable. Every day, it felt like I was living with a stranger, and the pressure of it all was wearing me down.

One day, I told Justin that I was going to visit my father. I expected him to come with me, but he casually dismissed me. “I’ll pass. You go by yourself,” he said without any care.

I was taken aback. “But Father is looking forward to seeing you,” I said, trying to reason with him.
He waved me off. “That should be enough. It takes time to go to the hospital, and I’m busy.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. But fearing his anger if I disagreed, I left alone to visit my father.

When I arrived, my father was in his room, but he seemed to be in better spirits than before. Despite his reluctance to be hospitalized, he had made friends with the other patients, always using his natural charm to ease the tension.

“Father, I found you!” I called out, a smile on my face. “It’s time for your temperature check. We should head back.”

After spending time in the lounge, we went back to his room. As we settled, my father asked, “Where is Justin? He isn’t with you today?”
“He’s a bit busy,” I answered, trying to keep my tone light. “He said hello.”

“I see,” my father said, his voice laced with concern. He paused for a moment, then asked, “How have you and Justin been getting along lately?”
The question caught me off guard. “Why do you ask?” I responded, surprised.

“Just wondering,” he replied softly. “Are you getting along well?”
I hesitated before answering. “It’s okay,” I said, though I didn’t truly believe it myself.

My father looked at me closely, a hint of worry in his eyes. “It’s just you today, so that’s good,” he said, almost as if relieved.
“What do you mean?” I asked, curious.

“I have something important to talk to you about,” he said, his tone serious.
I felt a chill run down my spine. I had no idea what was coming next, but my father’s words would change everything.

“What’s the matter, Father?” I asked, anxiety rising in my chest.
“Listen carefully,” he said, his voice heavy. “I’m falling apart. It might be difficult for me to continue as president. So what about the companies?”
I froze, unsure of where this conversation was heading.

“That’s why I found someone suitable to take my place.”
“Who?” I asked, feeling a knot form in my stomach.
“Of course, it’s you, Jessica,” he said, his eyes filled with pride.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Me?” I whispered, in shock.
“Yes, you. I’ve already discussed it with the executives. They’re on board,” he reassured me.

I took a deep breath, trying to process what was happening. The weight of responsibility was crushing, but in that moment, I realized what I had to do.

“Okay,” I said, my voice trembling. “I’ll do it.”
“That’s my girl,” my father smiled. “But don’t tell anyone yet, especially not Justin.”
I nodded, unsure of what to expect next. My life was about to change forever.

One week later, my father was gone, and my world seemed to crumble. It was as if the foundation of everything I had known had crumbled beneath me. To make matters even worse, my husband—no, ex-husband now—was saying things that were so utterly disrespectful, especially just days after my father’s passing.

My father had been a pillar of support for both of us for so many years, especially since Justin and I got married. He had guided us, helped us, and treated Justin like his own son. Yet here was Justin, speaking about my father’s death with such callousness, as if it didn’t matter.

“Do you even understand what you’re saying?” I asked him, struggling to keep my voice steady, the anger rising within me like a storm.

“I understand perfectly,” he shot back, his words dripping with coldness. “I’ll be taking the land and the fortune you’ve inherited. Quite a lot, haven’t you? I’ve been waiting for this moment.”

His words hit me like a slap to the face. Of course, he’d been waiting for this. I could hardly believe it. It was as if he couldn’t wait for my father to die so he could seize everything—my inheritance, the family wealth, the company. All of it.

I stared at him, my disbelief turning into a deep, simmering rage. “You really think you can just take everything?” I asked, my voice trembling with emotion.
He sneered, then tossed something at me. It landed in front of me with a loud thud.

“What’s this?” I asked, picking it up with shaking hands. It was a divorce paper, already signed. His signature scrawled on the page, the ink still fresh.

His eyes met mine coldly. “You can’t do anything without me,” he said, his tone mocking. “So now I’m going to take advantage of your fortune.”

I was stunned. “What if I refuse?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper as I tried to hold on to some sense of control.

He laughed cruelly, a sound that made my blood run cold. “Are you stupid? What other option do you have but divorce?” He didn’t even seem to be fazed by the gravity of what he was saying.

The weight of his words hit me hard. I could feel my resolve hardening, my anger slowly turning into a sharp edge of defiance. “Okay, you’ll regret this,” I warned, the words spilling out, a promise more than a threat.

Justin’s expression remained unchanged, his eyes cold and calculating. “That’s what I should be saying,” he replied, his voice firm, almost triumphant. “You’re helpless without me.”

I looked at him, my emotions swirling in a vortex. “We’ll see about that,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm inside me. “Your company deals with mine, doesn’t it?”

Justin’s face contorted with confusion. “My company? What are you talking about?”
I didn’t flinch. “You’ll see,” I said, my tone now icy and sharp. “Oh, and don’t worry about the divorce papers. I’ll take care of them myself.”

I turned on my heel, heading straight for the door, leaving Justin standing there, the tension in the room palpable. I had made up my mind. I wasn’t going to let him manipulate me any longer. His power over me was over. Now, I was going to take control of my own life and my own future.

With that, I walked out the door, my heart pounding with determination. I couldn’t afford to waste another moment. The anger that had been building up inside me was now a driving force, pushing me forward. The first thing I did was make a call. My hands shook as I dialed the number, but my voice was clear and firm.

“Yes, can you come right now?” I asked urgently, my mind already racing ahead with plans.

Ten minutes later, a sleek black limousine pulled up in front of the house. I didn’t hesitate for a second. I climbed into the back seat, my mind set on the actions I had to take. I was no longer the same person. The woman who had been married to Justin was gone, replaced by someone stronger, someone who knew exactly what she had to do.

“Where to?” the driver asked, his voice calm, not knowing the storm brewing inside me.

“For now, the city hall,” I replied coldly, my eyes fixed on the road ahead. The divorce papers were already signed, and I wasn’t going to wait any longer.

At the city hall, I quickly walked in and made my way to the appropriate counter. I slid the papers across, my hands steady despite the chaos swirling in my mind. The process was swift, and within minutes, the divorce was finalized. I wanted this over as quickly as possible. I was done with Justin. I wanted nothing to do with him anymore.

Afterward, I didn’t waste any time. When I set my mind to something, I act immediately—it’s a family motto. I drove straight to the company headquarters, the building looming ahead, reminding me of the power I had long neglected. I was no longer just his wife—I was someone far more capable than Justin could ever imagine.

Entering the president’s office, I was met with a few surprised glances. I didn’t let that faze me. I sat down in the chair, the coolness of the leather grounding me, and exhaled slowly. Despite everything that had happened, I felt an eerie calmness wash over me. I wasn’t about to let anyone intimidate me anymore.

“Thank you for having me,” I said to President Hansen, trying to keep my voice steady. “I’m Jessica. Apologies for the sudden meeting, but there’s something urgent I need to discuss with you.”

President Hansen looked at me with concern, his brows furrowed. “What might that be?”
“The project we’ve been progressing on,” I began. “Uh, yes, I know you’ve entrusted that to Justin, but about that project… it’s off.”

President Hansen looked taken aback. “What did you say?”
“Everything,” I replied. “All current contracts with you will be terminated.”
“That would bankrupt our companies,” President Hansen said, his eyes wide with panic.

“That’s unfortunate,” I said, my voice steady. “But it’s due to your employee’s actions.”
President Hansen seemed confused. “What do you mean?”
“Please bring Justin to our house tomorrow at 11,” I instructed, not letting up. “You’ll understand then. Goodbye.”

With that, I turned and left the office, not waiting for his response. I had no grudge against President Hansen, but this was necessary. This was how it had to be. I wasn’t going to let Justin get away with what he had done. He had no idea what was coming, and I was going to make sure of it.

As I walked away from the company building, I felt a sense of empowerment that I hadn’t experienced in years. It was only a matter of time before Justin would learn the truth.

The next day, I arrived early at the president’s office, knowing that Justin and the others would be arriving soon. I could already feel the tension rising within me as I waited, calmly sitting at the desk, flipping through some papers. My mind was focused on one thing—today, everything would change.

When they finally walked through the door, Justin’s eyes immediately locked onto mine. His steps faltered, his face losing all color as he saw me sitting there. The surprise, the confusion, all evident on his face. He had no idea what was coming.

“Welcome,” I said, my voice laced with a coldness I couldn’t hide, though I couldn’t help but feel a little amusement at his reaction.
I watched him stutter, trying to regain his composure, before he spoke, his voice cracking, “You… you’re the president of this company?”

“Because I’m the president of this company,” I replied evenly, every word dripping with authority.
Justin’s face turned pale. He stepped back as if struck. “You kept that a secret from President Hansen?” he demanded, his eyes wide, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Of course,” I answered without missing a beat. “It would have been too troublesome if he knew,” I added, my voice unbothered, almost dismissive. He was clearly scrambling for answers, trying to grasp the situation, but it was too late for him to do anything about it now.

I could see Justin was completely off-balance, his world crumbling as he tried to process what was happening. But I wasn’t done. I reached into the drawer and pulled out the envelope my father had left me. I slid it across the desk toward him, watching with satisfaction as his expression shifted from confusion to shock.

“Now, about the contract,” I said calmly, my voice chillingly controlled. “Please look at this.”

He hesitated for a moment before tearing open the envelope and scanning its contents. His face drained of color, and I watched him take in what was on those pages, the weight of his wrongdoings crashing down on him.

“Is this true?” Justin asked, his voice trembling, the arrogance that had once defined him completely gone. I could see panic starting to take over.

“Yes,” I said, my tone firm, not giving him an inch. “Everything was researched by my father.”

The envelope contained undeniable proof of Justin’s illegal activities—bribes, manipulation, contracts signed under questionable circumstances. My father had spent countless hours documenting every move he made. It was clear Justin thought he could get away with everything, but now, the truth was staring him in the face.

“Damn that old man!” Justin spat, his face red with anger and frustration. “But I have the right to inherit, don’t I?” he demanded, still clinging to his delusions.

I gave him a cold stare, the words leaving my mouth like ice. “First off, you have no right to inherit anything—not what I’ve inherited and not what my father left me.”

Justin’s mouth opened and closed, speechless for a moment. “There’s supposed to be a division of assets. I know that much,” he stammered, trying to cling to some semblance of hope.

I shook my head slowly, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction in his confusion. “That’s where you’re wrong,” I said, leaning forward, my eyes never leaving his. “You’re not entitled to anything. You should have studied more.”

I could see the realization slowly dawning on him as the color drained from his face. “Where did I go wrong from the beginning?” he muttered, the panic rising in his voice, his entire world unraveling. I could hear the desperation in his tone, but it was too late.

I didn’t answer him right away. Instead, I waited for the phone call I knew was coming. Moments later, I picked up the receiver, my pulse quickening as I spoke with President Hansen.

“I understand,” President Hansen said on the other end, his voice filled with an odd mixture of relief and gratitude. “Thank you for handling this. As a result, Justin has been fired. It turns out he had been embezzling company funds for bribes. We are now preparing to sue him.”

I could hardly hide the satisfaction I felt as I hung up the phone. It was the first step in my revenge, but there was more to come.

I turned back to Justin, who was standing there, still in shock. There was one last question I needed to ask him. “Can I ask you something?” I said, my voice low and dangerous. “Was encouraging my father to drink also part of your plans?”

His face twisted, guilt written all over it, but he didn’t answer right away. Finally, after a long pause, he muttered, “Yes,” as if resigning himself to his fate.

“I see,” I said coldly, now more certain than ever of the man he truly was. “From now on, you’re on your own.” I stood up from the desk, walking toward him, my gaze hard and unyielding. “And now, get out of our company.”

Justin didn’t say a word. He knew that there was nothing left for him here. I watched him leave, feeling a strange sense of finality wash over me. The last piece had fallen into place. And with that, I had ensured that my father’s legacy would be protected—not by him, but by me.

As Justin walked out of the office, defeated and alone, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. My father’s company, his legacy, was now in safe hands—mine. It had been a long, painful journey, but I had taken back control. Looking at the empty office, I knew this was just the beginning.

My path forward would be shaped by my own strength, not by the lies or manipulation of others. I was ready for whatever came next. For the first time in a long while, I felt truly free.

This story draws inspiration from real-life events and individuals, but it has been adapted and fictionalized for creative expression. Names, characters, and specific details have been altered to protect individuals’ privacy and to enhance the storyline. Any similarity to real persons, living or deceased, or actual events is coincidental and unintentional.