After discovering my husband’s affair, his mistress’s husband approached me with an offer I never expected. “I have a fortune in the nine figures,” he said calmly. “Just say yes. Tomorrow morning, we’ll go to the city clerk and make it official.”
When I arrived at Vaughn Maritime Group, Christopher was waiting for me in his office, as usual. His face was tight with suppressed anger, and his jaw was clenched, but his eyes remained cold—almost calculating.
“You’ve found the account,” he said, not as a question but as a statement. “Where is it?”
