The Billionaire Who Wasn't Mine

to the Texas heat outside my office window. Jennifer'

money. One hundred

e exact moment. In my last life,

er voice rushed. "Wes says it' s our big break. He' s got ev

already lived and died in. I remembered my hesitation then, my weak attempts to reaso

bered g

embered draining my 401k, the money I' d saved since my first internship. I remembe

mpany' s marketing budget, a hole that would h

' s an advance on our wedding

esent. An advance on our wedding fu

iserable marriage. Her constant contempt. The way she' d l

. The one who looked at me with her mother' s eyes, full of resentment. The daught

ng in our car, trapping us. The roar of the current. Then, the rescu

ce a mask of false grief. "He' s already

r voice clear over the storm, "It' s for the best, Mom. If it wasn'

Wesley' s on the riverbank. "It' s over, We

. They left

something!" Jennifer' s voi

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were steady. I opened my laptop, pulled up a new email,

ious Invoices -

and transaction dates I knew were fraudulent. I described the pattern of over-

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d that Jennifer Johns was on administrati

life ha