In seven years, I had never checked his messages or searched through his phone.
But that night, something made me stop.
One email.
That was all it took.
There was no London.
No international transfer.
No promotion.
Instead, there was a lease agreement for a luxury penthouse in Miami Beach.
Two names were listed on the contract:
Daniel Carter.
Olivia Bennett.
There were emails discussing their future together.
Emails about finally being free.
Emails about starting a new life.
And attached to one of them was an ultrasound image.
Olivia was pregnant.
Meanwhile, Daniel had been secretly draining money from our joint account for months.
Not a few thousand dollars.
Hundreds of thousands.
The account held $720,000.
My inheritance.
Money left by my parents. Parentsseaside mansion
Money I had carefully invested and protected long before Daniel entered my life.
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