The final bill was over $300,000. Three minutes later, the waiter returned pale.
“Sir… the payment was declined.”
Across the city, my phone filled with fraud alerts. My father looked at the screen and nodded.
“Good,” he said. “Now the real divorce begins.”
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PART 2
Michael called at 9:07 p.m. I ignored it. Vanessa called two minutes later from an unknown number. I ignored that too. Then came the voicemail.
“Mariana, stop acting like a child. You’re embarrassing me in front of important people. Approve the payment.”
Important people. Funny, because Vanessa had already posted a photo of herself raising champagne in the Sapphire Room with the caption: Finally being treated like the queen I deserve to be. My father slid a notebook toward me.
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“Document everything.”
Every call. Every text. Every voicemail. Every screenshot. At 9:46 p.m., the club manager called.
“Ms. Salazar, Mr. Bennett is attempting to authorize charges through your corporate membership.”
“My ex-husband,” I corrected.
Then his voice lowered.
“There’s something else. He signed an authorization form using your company name.”
My stomach tightened.
“And?”
“He also signed your name.”
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