He met my eyes, his gaze filled with contempt disguised as victory.
“It was about time this marriage had a real man at the helm.”
Just as he lifted his glass to celebrate his own brilliance, my cell phone rang.
I answered and turned on speakerphone so everyone could hear. It was my lead attorney.
“Chloe, we have confirmed everything. Tomorrow at ten o’clock, we can officially begin the process to recover your father’s property and file the formal fraud complaint against Kyle.”
The color left my husband’s face until he looked almost spectral.
Susan dropped her crystal glass, and it shattered across the marble floor.
Heather, for the first time in her life, had absolutely nothing to say.
Kyle managed to choke out only one sentence.
“What did you just say?”
I smiled calmly as the weight on my chest finally began to lift.
“Tomorrow we are going to talk about the three million dollars you stole from my father.”
At last, they realized I had been the one controlling the game the whole time.
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