TIFFANY
“Let’s see how long your perfect little marriage lasts.”
I read the message again, then again. My fingers tightened around my phone, Ashley Williams had done this there was no doubt in my mind anymore. She had threatened me at the engagement party, and now, less than twenty four hours later, my company was collapsing around me.
One client could have been a coincidence, three could have been bad luck… but this? This was deliberate. I sat behind my desk, staring at the cancellation notices scattered across my computer screen, four major clients had withdrawn their contracts, two smaller clients had suspended ongoing projects, and one potential partnership had suddenly disappeared.
Bennett Interiors had spent years building those relationships, yet Ashley had started destroying th
