Never Forgive: His Betrayal, Her Justice

, blocked the ambulance carrying him to the hospital.

rugged me and deleted the video evidence from my phone. Just

mocked my father's death. He held me down

an eye," he

or stealing a necklace and forced me to wal

y father's body thrown into the ocean,

l agreement that entitled me to half of Cornell's billion-dollar empire, and a secret, encrypted copy of the

pte

iet of the apartment. Chloe Welch looked up from her canvas,

Welch?" a rus

id, her heart s

in an accident. He's at New York Ge

her mind a blank wall of panic. She called her husband, Cornell Welch,

e was an accident. I'm o

ntly. "I'm leaving the office now. D

ght, every honking taxi felt like a heavy blow. She finally broke free onto a clearer stretch of road, only to

k behind it, its sire

e hair and a glittering dress leaned out of the sports car's

ed to someone in the car

ornell's main investor. Chloe knew her. She was a permanent fixture i

d, leaning out her own window.

g a flicker of recognition. A smirk played on her lips.

chorus of rage against the entitled girl in the red car. Finally, after what felt like an eter

llowed, her hands shaking so hard she

aiting area, his handsome face etched wit

ws?" he

ment, she felt safe. Cornell was a tech billionaire, a man w

me out, his face gr

blood

tle. "Your father suffered a major cardiac event. The delay

gave out, and Cornell caught her, holding her up as a wave of blackness threatened to pull her und

an accident. He cou

ad seen the person responsible. She had seen Kenya Cline, drunk and laughi

ing but clear. She described Kenya's car, her drunken state, the way she del

it, ma'am," the

hen two. She called the stati

it wasn't Kenya Cline. It was her personal driver, a man in his fifties with a tired, defeated fa

nsulting lie. Chloe had se

phone. It was shaky, filmed through her windshield, but it was clear enough. It showed Keny

ills from the video, writing a detailed timeline. This was what

, the sleek, minimalist space that overlooked Central

capegoat," Chloe s

is expression unreadable. "I heard.

killed my father, and her family is paying someone

man, charismatic and powerful, used to commanding every r

perceptibly. "Chloe, we have

more sensible th

ate. "Kenya's father, Douglass, is my primary investor. The Cline family and the Welch family have re

orrifying suspicion dawn

uglass is taking care of it. He feels terrible about what happened. He's ens

ated? My father is dead, Cornell. D

he said, his words precise and cold. "K

ow? By getti

ng, Chloe. You're

issal. She felt a tremor of pure rage. "I am not being hys

is bein

you're helping them. You're choosing yo

otecting our family. Our legacy. What's done is done.

had loved, who she had put her own artistic career on hold for, was a s

aid, her voice low and dangerous.

the narcissist behind the charming mask, the m

e a fool

reason why

and poured two glasses of whiskey. He handed one

r liquid, then back at his face. She saw no

she knew so well. It was a performance. "Tomorrow, we'll talk about setting up a charitab

ory? By burying the truth of h

e room spun. She put her hand on the desk to steady h

d, her tongue feeling t

pick up her phone from the desk, his t

him say, his voice seeming to come from a great distanc

umed her was her phone, now in his hand, and th

eyes. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling win

r ribs. She went to her photo gallery. The video of Kenya Cline was gone. She ch

ped it. A

ed for the paper fol

to destroy the evidence that would bring her fat

He had actively, cruelly, and methodically conspired against h

ce, something new and terrible began to grow. It was a quiet, methodical res

ars ago, shortly after their wedding, he had sat her down. "Chloe, I love that you're happy," h

ad, drafted by his own hand. At the time, Chloe had thought

s her escape. And it would

losed her eyes and let the tears of grief and betrayal finally fall. But t

d make them pay for what they did, not with money, but with their freedom, their reputations,