Chapter 2: Betrayal on Live Broadcast
By the next afternoon, they had arrested the thief in Minnesota—it was my girlfriend and her new boyfriend.
The news hit like a sledgehammer. I couldn’t breathe. Autumn’s face flashed across the TV—handcuffed, eyes red but defiant. The guy beside her—a cocky, broad-shouldered dude I’d seen around—smirked for the cameras. My stomach just fell out.
Turns out Autumn hadn’t gone to take the civil service exam. She’d snuck home, stolen the bank card, and was planning to run off to Canada with the male lead to make a fortune.
All those late-night study sessions, the carefully packed suitcase—lies. How could I have missed it? She’d been plotting her escape, using me as her getaway driver without ever letting me in on the plan. My heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vise.
They caught the people, but the money was already long gone—transferred out to Canada.
Detectives explained it, all business—the money had hopped borders before anyone could freeze the account. A hundred grand, gone in a digital blink, lost somewhere north of the border.
Under public scrutiny, Carol refused to drop the charges or sign any statement asking for leniency.
Reporters crowded the front lawn, mics jammed in Carol’s face. She shook her head, voice trembling with righteous fury. “I can’t forgive this. Not after everything we’ve been through.” The crowd murmured approval.
Facing her daughter’s questioning eyes, Carol couldn’t help but shift the blame.
“It’s not that I wanted to ruin things for you, but Nick insisted on reporting it. There was nothing I could do.”
They said Autumn acted under pressure, so she only got six months. The male lead, though, got five years.
The courtroom was cold and sterile. Autumn’s lawyer argued she’d been desperate, manipulated. The judge bought it—six months, with time off for good behavior. Her new boyfriend wasn’t so lucky. Five years, no parole.
She got out early. But the guy? Gone.
She came home thinner, eyes hollow. She didn’t look at me, barely spoke. The house felt colder, emptier, like every laugh and memory had been scrubbed away.













