While Pregnant, My Alpha Husband Auctioned Me Off for One Dollar Chapter 07

While Pregnant, My Alpha Husband Auctioned Me Off for One Dollar Chapter 07

Damian’s low chuckle came through the phone. 

“In ten minutes, I’ll send a remote access link to 

your phone. Keep Gavin’s computer running for 

two minutes. I’ll handle the rest.” 

“All right.” 

I ended the call, drew a deep breath, and headed 

toward the study. 

Whenever Gavin worked from home, he never shut 

down his computer. He only locked the screen. 

I had known his password for five years. 

Vera’s birthday. 

That password used to make my stomach twist. Now it could help me get the evidence I needed. 

I pushed open the study door. Vera’s soft, affected laughter floated up from the living room, followed by Gavin’s quiet murmurs of agreement. 

I crossed to the desk, woke the screen, entered the 

password, and pressed Enter. 

The screen lit up as I opened Damian’s link, and a 

black progress bar appeared in the lower–right. 

corner. 

10%… 30%… 50%… 

Footsteps sounded in the hallway. 

“Erin? Where are you?” 

My heart slammed against my ribs. 

The progress bar froze at 85%. 

“I’m in here.” 

I grabbed a pregnancy care guide from the desk, 

propped it in front of the screen, and turned 

around just as the door opened. 

The moment Gavin saw me behind his desk, his 

expression darkened. “What are you doing in 

here?” 

“Looking for something to read.” I lifted the book, 

keeping my voice casual. “It’s too noisy 

downstairs. I don’t want it disturbing the baby.” 

His face tightened. He knew exactly how brazen 

Vera had been downstairs. 

“Vera spends most of her time alone. She doesn’t 

visit often, so…” 

Even as he defended her, his gaze darted toward 

the computer behind me. 

Ding. 

My phone vibrated. 

[Done. Get out.] 

I closed the book and stepped aside. “I know. I’m 

just feeling a little dizzy. Gavin, I want to lie down 

for a while. Wake me after Vera leaves.” 

He studied me for a second. Only after confirming 

that the screensaver had returned did the tension. 

leave his shoulders. 

“All right. Go get some sleep.” 

Back in the bedroom, I opened the encrypted 

archive Damian had sent. 

The first folder was labeled Financial Records. 

It contained three years of transactions. Through 

fake reimbursements and shell companies, Gavin 

had transferred nearly fifty million dollars in 

marital assets into Vera’s overseas account. 

Every payment had been disguised as either a “consulting fee” or an “allowance.” 

Even the ten million dollars from the auction had 

already been deposited into Vera’s account under Gavin’s instructions. 

The second folder contained surveillance footage. 

The timestamp was from July two years earlier. 

Vera had sobbed to Gavin that I had been jealous 

of her pregnancy, pushed her down the stairs, and caused her miscarriage. 

But the footage that had been erased now 

revealed the truth with brutal clarity. 

I was nowhere in it. 

Vera stood near the staircase, visibly pregnant, 

when two debt collectors from an underground lender blocked her path. During the struggle, she 

lost her footing and tumbled down the stairs on 

her own. 

The two men fled. 

When Gavin arrived at Mount Sinai Hospital, Vera 

looked him in the eye and insisted that I had 

pushed her. 

And he believed her. 

He never investigated. He never questioned her 

story. He simply decided I was guilty. 

I stared at Vera’s twisted face on the screen and 

suddenly found the whole thing pathetic. 

This was the “kind, fragile woman who needed protection” Gavin was always talking about. 

To hide the fact that she had borrowed money 

from an underground lender, she had blamed me 

without a second thought. 

And because of that lie, my husband had tried to 

sell me at Nightfall. 

I backed up every file to three separate cloud 

drives. 

[Password decryption complete. All data backed 

up.] 

I lay down and closed my eyes. 

Now I only needed the right moment. 

A moment when I could expose the evidence and make them face the consequences. 

Gavin’s voice came through the door again, this 

time carrying the familiar authority of an Alpha. 

“Erin, get up and choose something to wear. You’re 

attending the Manhattan Chamber of Commerce gala with me this weekend.”