I searched online for a private investigator and spent nearly all my savings hiring one.
I didn't want a quiet divorce. Lucas had to pay for every lie and every scheme.
I wanted to destroy his reputation.
I told the investigator to follow Lucas. He couldn't cover his tracks forever.
I was messaging the investigator when someone knocked on my bedroom door.
At that hour, it had to be Brandon.
I buried my hatred and put on the gentle, harmless expression they expected from me.
After one steadying breath, I opened the door.
Brandon stood outside with a glass of milk. "You must be exhausted after last night, Chloe."
I stepped back, putting space between us. "I've decided to forget what happened. You're Lucas's father, and we betrayed him. It can never happen again."
I lowered my eyes
