Back in Time: My Wife's Secret Betrayal

as "misplaced." Then, the digital files were "corrupted." When I submitted a h

inside, using her influence as a Gordon to quietly sabotag

the project, and with Jocelyn' s constant, behind-the-scenes help,

raise him as our own. My days became consumed with feedings and diapers, my architectural dreams replaced by PTA meetings and soccer practice. I became a

let that h

but one I knew by heart. It belonged to Mr. Duncan, my late father' s mos

s voice was as gruff an

Ethan Lester. Rich

t' s been a while. I heard you were making waves wit

ce. I have a revised plan I think you need to see. It' s not just a building; it' s a vi

when you left the field, s

out, sir. It was just

orrow. 10 a.m. D

hun

ner suite overlooking the very waterfront we were discussing. He w

is was a master plan, fifty years of dormant genius poured onto paper. I had integrated sustainable energy solutions, public green spac

the passion I had suppressed for decades. I wasn't just

, his sharp eyes scanning the plans. He looked up at m

rchitecture, Ethan. This is c

a finger o

right about you. Y

ed to the window, lo

ours. I' ll make sure of it. It' s time a L

as forged. My