I learned how to stretch every dollar. “And Vanessa’s apartment?” I asked.
Damian suddenly went still. That silence told me enough. “How much do you pay?”
“Thirty-two hundred a month.” My throat tightened. For years, I had felt guilty whenever I bought myself a coffee.
Meanwhile, his mistress lived in an apartment that cost nearly twice what he gave his wife and daughter for everything.
Damian reached for my arm. “Come home with me.” “We can work this out.”
I looked directly at him. “There’s something else you can’t fix.” “What?”
I pointed toward the laptop. “The meeting was still connected.” His face instantly lost its color.
“Someone could have recorded it.” “I’m certain they did.” Vanessa covered the necklace with her hand.
Thirty employees had just witnessed in seconds what it had taken me two years to discover.
But Damian still believed that embarrassing video was the worst thing waiting for him.
He had no idea that later that night, I would open a folder my father had left me three years earlier.
And inside it, I would discover that the wife Damian treated like she had nothing actually controlled something he could never afford to lose.
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