Two hours after my ex-husband remarried, he walked into my hospital room to force me to sign an NDA—until something happened that left both him and his bride completely shaken.

for strength.

It wasn’t.

It was the comfort of never being challenged.

Now, challenged at last, he looked diminished.

“You recorded me?” he whispered.

“No,” Simone said. “Your own conference system did. You approved the retention settings.”

A heavy silence settled in the room.

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