he was plotting to take everything I had built.

And he had no idea
I was standing right behind him.

I didn’t move. I didn’t breathe. I just stood there in the shadows, watching them tear apart the life I had spent years creating.

The woman traced a finger along Michael’s jaw. “So after she signs and you get the money… what happens to her?”

Michael shrugged. “She’ll be fine. She has her job. Besides, once the divorce hits, she’ll get over it. Women always do.”

My stomach clenched.

The mistress laughed softly. “And Lily? She’ll be with us full-time?”

“Of course,” he said. “She already loves you.”

My hands tightened into fists.
My daughter—my child—turned into part of his plan.

The mistress leaned closer. “You’re heartless… it’s kind of sexy.”

Michael laughed.

That was when something inside me broke cleanly in two.

I stepped forward.

“Enjoying yourselves?” I asked, my voice calm—but sharp enough to cut glass.

The woman screamed. Michael spun around, his face draining of color.

“Y-You’re supposed to be at work!” he stammered.

“Clearly,” I replied.

The mistress jumped off the couch, clutching her purse like armor. “I—she—this isn’t—”

“You can go,” I said without looking at her. “Before I call the police to escort you.”

She ran out without another word.

Michael tried to recover. “Honey, this isn’t what it looks—”

I raised my hand. “Stop. I heard everything.”

His mouth opened, then shut again.

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