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“You sent it.”
Her confidence faltered.
“She deserved to know,” Vanessa snapped. “You told me the marriage was dead. You said you’d divorce her after the merger closed.”
“I say a lot of stupid things!” he shouted.
Vanessa turned pale.
Because in that moment, she understood the truth.
She was never the chosen woman.
Just a convenience.
But I understood men like Ethan perfectly.
That was why I didn’t cry.
That was why I disappeared before sunrise carrying the one thing my husband feared more than scandal:
Evidence.
By 9:30 a.m., Whitmore Global headquarters in downtown Los Angeles had become a bunker of panic.
Executives whispered in hallways.
Financial media outlets began reporting an executive scandal involving the CEO.
By 10:40 a.m., company shares had fallen 12%.
When Ethan finally entered the emergency board meeting, sweating through his tailored suit, his father looked at him with something worse than anger.
Disappointment.
“Vanessa will be terminated immediately,” Ethan said quickly. “This was a private mistake.”
The company’s chief legal officer slid a folder across the table.
“Too late,” he replied calmly. “At 8:12 a.m., Elena Whitmore’s attorneys initiated a federal financial complaint.”
Ethan’s stomach dropped.
“What complaint?”
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