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The manager took it once, then again, before handing it back with an expression of compassion. “I’m sorry, but this card has been rejected by the issuing bank,” he said. Tessa immediately let go of Caleb’s arm and moved a little away from him. “What do you mean it was rejected, Caleb? Is there a problem with the account?” she asked, losing her sweetness in her voice. Caleb looked around frantically until his eyes landed on me, who was standing next to my black truck with the door already open. “Lydia, don’t you dare make a scene in front of my parents and our guests,” she shouted. I looked at him and felt nothing but a cold clarity. “No, Caleb, you and your family are the ones who created this scene, and I’m simply turning off the lights,” I replied. My driver started the engine, and the soft purr sounded like the first breath of a new life. As the pier faded into the distance, my phone vibrated with a message from the private detective I had hired. “I have photos of Caleb and Tessa checking into that boutique hotel together last month, along with something much worse,” the message read. It turned out that he had also been trying to transfer a significant commercial property into his name using forged documents from my company. The betrayal was no longer just emotional, but a criminal act of corporate theft. I took a deep breath of the salty air and realized that what I was about to face would destroy the world I had built on my back. When I arrived at our estate in the private Laurel Heights development, I didn’t walk in like a grieving wife. I entered as the sole owner of the property and the woman who held all the power. CONTINUE READING…>>
