On my way to surprise my husband, his cold secretary stopped me at the entrance and said, “His wife and son are already inside.” I gently covered my daughter’s ears, called my third brother—the one my family trusted in every crisis—and said, “Find out what he’s hiding.”
The screens displayed account records bearing my personal information, along with messages between Dominic and Chloe discussing documents that needed to be altered before the divorce.
Dominic’s fiancée covered her mouth.
Harrison stared at his daughter.
“You knew none of this?”
“Of course not.”
Dominic turned toward me.
“Vivienne, we can fix this. Think continue reading …
