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

never understood, Daniel.”

“It was never your company.”

His face went still.

The rain struck the windows harder.

Behind him, the fire collapsed into a shower of sparks.

Lila looked from Daniel to me.

“What does she mean?”

I picked up the love letter he had left beside the folder.

“Before we discuss ownership, there is one more thing.”

I unfolded the page.

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