My Wife’s Lawyer Served Me File at Work – I Handed Him an Envelope That Destroyed Her Case In Court

The Shadow in Room 2847

My name is Carter Reynolds. I’m 42 years old. I run Reynolds Security Solutions.

Rebecca, my wife for eight years, just said that about me to Ethan Morrison—a guy I thought was my friend. I heard every word through my surveillance system.

They were at the Ritz-Carlton downtown, Room 2847. Rebecca wore a $15,000 diamond bracelet I never bought her.

Ethan bought it with $23,000 he stole from our joint account. Rebecca laughed when she said my kids barely knew me.

Ethan said, “After the divorce, they’ll understand daddy was never there.”

Rebecca nodded. “We’ll make sure they see the truth.”

Eight years married. Twelve years Army Intelligence. Fifteen years building my business to $2.3 million annual revenue.

These idiots thought they could take it all. Back in 2013, I left the Army after twelve years in military intelligence.

I started Reynolds Security with $50,000 saved and a laptop. I focused on corporate security consulting—helping companies protect data, executives, and secrets.

Businesses pay big money for someone who thinks like the bad guys. I met Rebecca Walsh at a charity dinner for Chicago Children’s Hospital.

She was 28, and I was 34. She was a real estate developer specializing in luxury downtown condos.

She was drop-dead gorgeous with auburn hair and confidence that made every guy notice her. Rebecca grew up rich.

Her dad, Robert Walsh, is a U.S. Senator. Her mom, Patricia Walsh, is a federal judge.

They lived in a $3 million Lincoln Park house and sent Rebecca to private schools her whole life. She expected the best of everything.

Our first date cost me $300 for dinner at Alinea, Chicago’s fanciest restaurant. Rebecca ordered the most expensive wine without looking at prices.

It should have been a warning sign. We moved fast; within six months, she was staying at my apartment most nights.

After one year, I proposed with a three-carat ring that cost $18,000—two months’ salary. The wedding was everything Rebecca wanted with 200 guests at Palmer House.

There was an open bar and seven courses. The total cost was $85,000.

I paid it all. The first few years felt like winning the lottery.

The business was growing fast. Rebecca was making good money selling high-end condos.

We bought a four-bedroom Lincoln Park house for $1.2 million. There were two BMWs in the driveway.

We took Europe vacations twice yearly. Rebecca loved the lifestyle my success provided.

She bought designer clothes from Nordstrom and went on $3,000 shopping trips without thinking. We took first-class flights everywhere.

We had dinners where entrees cost $60. She’d tell friends how successful her husband was.

By 2016, I was pulling serious money. Reynolds Security had 12 employees and major corporate contracts.

Rebecca said she was ready for kids. Connor was born March 15th, 2016, at 3:22 AM.

He weighed seven pounds, four ounces. He screamed so loud nurses next door heard him.

Madison was born twelve minutes later at six pounds, eleven ounces; she was so quiet we worried. Both were perfect.

Kids changed everything for me. I started working longer hours, taking bigger clients, and pushing harder than in the Army.

Every contract and every late night was for their future. Rebecca seemed to understand.

She brought me coffee during late office sessions. She massaged my shoulders when cases stressed me out.

She bragged to mom-friends about how hard I worked for our family. In 2018, things changed.

Rebecca had phone conversations that stopped when I entered rooms. She started going to social events without me, like galleries, charity dinners, and industry parties.

When I asked why I wasn’t invited, she said, “You’re always too busy with work anyway.”

That’s when Ethan Morrison appeared. Rebecca introduced him as a business partner.

The guy was 35, divorced, with no kids. He had a black BMW M5 and wore $2,000 suits.

He had this easy charm and could walk into any room and have everyone listening within ten minutes.

Rebecca said Ethan had commercial real estate connections for her expansion plans. They’d partner on some big downtown development project.

She’d spend hours at his office planning strategy. She would come home talking about how brilliant he was.

I liked Ethan immediately. It was a stupid mistake.

He’d come for dinner every few weeks. He brought expensive wine—$100+ bottles.

He had gifts for Connor and Madison, like toys, books, and stuffed animals. The kids loved him.