SHAWN
“So, you were truly sleeping with her best friend. What is her name again? Miranda?”
Grandpa Max asked, his voice eerily calm as we sat on the well-curated furniture in the living room of the Lindays mansion.
I opened my mouth to defend myself, to negate the accusation, but then I remembered the pictures and the videos we had all seen in that boardroom. I clamped my mouth shut and waited for my grandfather’s judgment.
My mother was with us too, though she seemed less prone to even speak. She was still reeling from the revelations of the day—most of all, the truth about my wife.
My ex-wife.
I gritted my teeth in sharp, physical pain. Ex-wife. How did I get here?
“Shawn, you really don’t want to get me riled up now. Speak.”
I nodded slowly. “Yes, Gramps. I…”
I couldn't
