Chapter Ten
LIAM
Relief doesn’t even properly explain what I feel when I get Tyler’s laptop and see all his files. The pictures and the audio—the evidence of her lies and betrayal to her family—give me everything I need to demand a divorce. Her hands are going to be tied to do whatever the f**k I say when I shove it all in her face because with one click, I’ll email everything over to her father, and I’ll be damned sure she knows that, too.
After ending the call last night, I checked on Victoria, and she was sound asleep. She hasn’t been feeling well, so there’s no way of knowing when she’ll be up again puking her guts out or asking for something from me. I need to act fast if I’m going to sneak out of her penthouse.
Deciding to wait a few hours, I slept until five and then left a note
