My Wife Chose Them Over Us

On Christmas Eve, right in the middle of our family reunion dinner, my wife suddenly stood up from the table."The downstairs neighbors are complaining—our place is leaking. I have to go deal with it."Before I could even say a word, she grabbed her car keys and rushed out the door, leaving my parents—who clearly looked weirded out—and me with our daughter.I'd just managed to calm my parents down when I got a bank notification on my phone. A transfer. Ten million.I called her immediately, "What the hell is going on?"She said the damage downstairs was bad, and the owner was planning to sue. To protect our daughter's future, we had to pay up—ten million—to settle it.But here was the thing: we own the whole building. Who exactly was she paying off?I called the cops right away. Someone was illegally occupying our property and trying to extort money.Before heading home, I gave my parents a heads-up. "Fire Sadie. Suspend her, kick her out of the company. And get a divorce agreement ready. I don't want anything to do with a woman who cheats."On the drive home with our daughter, I was shaking uncontrollably—I was that furious.Velvet Bay was the premium downtown complex my parents developed. They kept an entire building for the family, with only a few relatives living there. Besides, I hated noise, so all the other floors in our building were empty.Who exactly was Sadie paying off?