I discovered that he was not the man he claimed to be. His real surname was different, and before meeting me he had already married a woman in another city. Their divorce had never been legally completed.

As I stared at the marriage certificate, I understood why he had accepted the prenup so easily. He knew our marriage might not even be valid, making the agreement meaningless. He was not interested in my apartment or the money in my account. He was waiting for me to inherit my father’s company so he could have me declared unfit and take control as my supposed husband.

His first wife had found me after seeing one of our photographs. She said he had played the perfect partner with her too, until he gained access to her family’s business. When she exposed him, he disappeared with documents and part of the company’s money. She had searched for him for two years.

I did not tell him what I knew. My sisters, our lawyer, and I announced that the company transfer was complete, then placed false access codes inside my safe. That night, a hidden camera recorded him opening it, photographing the papers, and telling someone on the phone, “Tomorrow, everything is ours.”

The police were waiting at the office. When he saw me, he tried to smile and said he could explain. I placed the prenup in front of him and replied, “You were right when you encouraged me to protect what belongs to me.”

My father had suspected him months earlier and rushed the inheritance discussions to force a mistake. The company was already safely owned by my sisters and me. My husband did not lose my fortune—because he never touched it. He lost his freedom trying to steal the bait.