TONY'S POV
As soon as Lisa hung up, I stormed off to check the family safe. My mother’s jewels, worth millions, were the only thing she left me before she died of a stroke. Lisa had been by my side then, wiping my tears, holding me together like she cared. Like she was genuine.
But Lisa Young is nothing but a good pretender.
I marched straight to the safe.
It was half open.
Empty.
"How dare she! So Melanie was right all along!” I seethed, fists clenched. “Lisa Young, you've messed with the wrong man.”
Fueled by rage, I dialed the police.
"Hello, Inspector? I'd like to report a theft. My ex-wife, Lisa Young."
When I returned, Melanie was already dressed, glowing, ready to gloat. Everyone important had gathered.
I stared at Lisa’s photo one last time. My hatred had never burned so
