Heartbreak, Betrayal, and Billion-Dollar Revenge

ld and empty, and stared at the ceiling. The financial statements At

rcles hung under my eyes. My face was pale, tight wit

ming. He was making coffee, acting

voice full of fake concern. He tri

way. "Don't

rned husband. The loving partner. It wa

. I had to play hi

voice even. "I need full access to the primary ser

, easily. "Anything

king for a new challenge. She has a huge social media presence. We could

g his mistress into our company. To

straight in t

She's go

y parasite," I said, the words sharp. "An

t. "That's a little harsh, Ken. You'r

d, a bitter, broken sound. "

ed, seeing he'd gone too far. "I

voice dangerously lo

y head of IT, a young genius na

ters. Server room. And bring your

Marshall's laptop. Every file, every email, every keystroke from the las

he didn't ask question

ll there. Folders inside of folders. Hidden accounts

ust the Cayman Islands account. There were others. Zurich. S

e had stolen from us. There was a picture of her wearing a diamond bracelet. I clicked on the file properties. The date it was taken?

ng. The pain was a physical thing, a white-hot point in my chest.

y voice a whisper. "And make sur

aid, closing

walked through the lobby, the elevator doors opened. Ha

to find you," he said, h

ho idolized Harden, sighed. "He'

. It was all

ace and watch his world burn. But not yet. Not here. I had

is own treachery against him. My pregnancy was my ace. The

said, pulling away. "We

kers. I smiled and nodded, my mind miles away, planning my attack. I would