It had been 7 days since I left.
The Maybach glided smoothly over the Hudson River bridge.
Edmund's assistant turned around from the passenger seat and handed him a printed account statement.
"Mr. Carter, there's no activity on any of Ms. Rogers's supplementary cards all week. Should we track which hotel she's staying at?"
Edmund leaned back against the leather seat, eyes closed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"Don't bother. Cancel all the cards. When her money runs out, and she realizes what she's given up, she'll come crawling back to apologize."
In his world, money and control were the only levers that mattered.
He was convinced I—used to private cars, designer shopping, a life of luxury—would never last two weeks on my own.
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By eight o'clock that evening, Edmund was in t
