He Read His Mistress’s Love Letter at My Dinner Table. Then I Asked Him to Read the Bank Transfers.

a folded sheet of ivory paper.

“My letter.”

She said it with pride.

“I wrote it the night Daniel decided he was finally going to choose happiness.”

Daniel did not reach for it.

Lila extended the page farther.

“We agreed.”

Her tone remained soft, but there was an order beneath it.

“You said she needed to hear the truth.”

I almost admired her cruelty.

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