Part 2The Billionaire’s Phantom: Alimony from the Grave

The detective looked exhausted.

As he opened his mouth to speak, I cut him off, looking directly at Elena.

"If you don't have proof, that’s defamation," I said calmly. "And I will sue you for every cent you don't have."

Elena gnashed her teeth, her rage bubbling just under the surface.

I found the whole thing tedious. I decided to offer her some "friendly" advice.

"I suggest you go home and start cataloging everything Liam ever bought you."

I paused, letting the silence hang.

"Since we were legally married, everything he spent on you is technically marital property. My son, Leo, and I are the sole heirs to Liam’s estate. I wonder how fast I can get a court order to claw back every dollar he wasted on you."

Elena, who had been sobbing just seconds ago, went deathly silent.

Seeing her finally quiet down, the detective signaled a female officer to escort her out.

As Elena left the room, Liam tried to follow her.

To his horror, the moment he reached the doorway, an invisible force yanked him back.

I smirked. Serves you right.

"Mrs. Sterling, we’ll handle the paperwork from here," the detective said.

They had already investigated. The crash was a textbook accident—blown tire at high speed. They had only asked me some routine questions on the way over.

I had no interest in looking at Liam’s face, especially not the post-crash version.

I didn't want nightmares.

I called my assistant and my lawyer to handle the logistics, then turned to leave.

Everything had been so rushed. I had sent the nanny to pick up Leo from preschool, but I was still anxious.

Leo had grown up without his father’s presence. He was clingy, and I was worried he wouldn't go to sleep if I wasn't there.

I finished the formalities, confirmed my assistant was on the way, and headed straight to the airport for the first flight home.