He Opened My Family Vault for His Mistress…

the hardest part.

Not the betrayal.

The certainty.

I wanted to hate that woman for not seeing.

Instead, I touched her photograph lightly.

“She didn’t know,” I said aloud.

Daniel, who had come by to review security changes, stood in the doorway.

“No,” he said. “She didn’t.”

I closed the album.

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