Who Exposed My Husband's Affair? The Super Bowl novel Chapter 6

De tomorrow, these photo go to your board of directors, your investors, and every major news outlet,“

“What do you think happens to Wall Street’s golden boy when everyone finds out he’s a cheating scumbag who covered up a murder?”

le tnched crouched down, and picked up one of the photos in disbelief.

mind to fight back, forcing out an excuse. “These don’t prove anything concrete. We…”

Really?”

cut him off with a cold laugh, pulling out my phone and opening the folder I’d made specifically for Chloe.

During that time, she’d sent me graphic photos and videos almost every day, taunting me.

At first, I’d just felt disgusted. Angry.

How I was grateful I’d kept them.

shoved the screen in his face.

A dim hotel room. Naked bodies tangled1 hesitated, then opened it.

There were no graphic bedroom photos like I’d imagined. Just stack after stack of pictures.

Grayson and Chloe, looking intimate in every kind of setting.

One after another. Moments I was never part of. Their happiness together.

Turns out the happy family I thought I had was just my own delusion.

The last tiny spark of hope inside me went out.

I clutched those photos, my knuckles white, swaying on my feet.

Then Uncle handed me another sealed envelope.

“I only found this recently. I was going to wait until after the holidays to tell you, once you’d sorted things out at home.”

“But now… I think you should know.”

My heart sank. A terrible feeling washed over me.

My hands shook as I tore it open.

The first page was a photocopy of a police report.

Filed by our neighbor across the hall.

Their security camera had accidentally recorded something that happened on our balcony.

My mom didn’t kill herself!

Chloe had come over to provoke her. They’d gotten into a heated argument on the balcony.

During the fight, Chloe had pushed her.

And my dad had covered it up. He’d signed a settlement agreement without telling me!

covered my mouth, my blood turning to ice.

staggered, barely able to stand. Uncle caught me.

stared at the document, flipping to the last page.

A paternity test.

Subjects: Gerald Harlow. Chloe Harlow.

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Verything went whir

Dall made sech Tow

Why Dad had always protected Chine.

Why he’d ignored the abuse Chloe and her mother put me through.

Why he’d given away Mom’s jewelry–my inheritance–to Chloe as startup capital for her business.

Because Chloe was his daughter too.

The daughter of the woman he’d always wanted.

And I was just the kid he’d been forced to have for a business merger with someone he didn’t love.

My entire life… had been a joke.

Everything I thought was love–family, marriage–was poison wrapped in sugar.

Rage surged up from somewhere deep inside, threatening to consume me.

Tm going to sue them!”

I’m going to make every single one of them pay! I’m going to get justice for my mom!”

My voice was hoarse but steady in a way it had never been before.

Uncle squeezed my shoulder. “You’re not alone.”

We’ll get justice for your mother. Together.”

The court summons was delivered quickly.

thought Chloe would be the first one to show up, furious and desperate.

nstead, it was Grayson.

le burst through the door, immediately going on the attack.

Sutton, what the hell are you doing? What did Chloe ever do to you? Why are you trying to destroy her?”

Perfect timing.”

stood up, grabbed the divorce papers I’d had ready, and slapped them down on the coffee table in front of him.

You didn’t sign last time. Sign them now.”

Grayson stared at the papers, stunned. Then understanding dawned on his face.

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Me teweest wallup Chloe was just came Matere play

3he ever swuilders played

“Satzun, sing this I know I memed up. I promise I’ll never see her again, okay?”

bir tied in grab my hand. I stepped away.

Just drop the lawsuit. Il do whatever you want. She’s young. You can’t ruin her life like this.”

I stared into his eyes

“Grayson, did you know the truth about how my mom died?”

His pupils contracted sharply.

He looked away, his voice dry.

“It was an accident.”

“She was young back then. She didn’t know what she doing…”

I laughed.

This was the man I’d loved for so many years.

Wall Street’s golden boy. The man everyone in finance looked up to.

For his mistress, he’d twisted his conscience into nothing.

There was nothing left to say.

I turned and grabbed the stack of photos from the envelope Uncle had given me, hurling them at his face.

Pictures fluttered down like snow, scattering around his feet.

Them kissing on a beach at sunset.

Them laughing together on a street corner.

Them watching the sunrise from a mountaintop, wrapped in each other’s arms.

“Grayson, sign it.”

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together.

Every frame sharper than the sharpest knife.

What about these?”

Concrete enough for you?”

Grayson’s face went completely white. All the blood drained out of it.

He stumbled backward, collapsing onto the couch behind him.

threw the pen onto the divorce papers.

Sign.”

Time seemed to stop.

After what felt like forever, he finally moved like a puppet with all its strings cut, picking up the pen.

He signed his name.

His handwriting was so shaky it was barely recognizable.

He stood up, stumbling toward the door.

When he reached it, he stopped. Didn’t turn around. His voice came out hoarse and broken.

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*Can 1 can I still see our son?”

I looked at his back. This man, even now, was still trying to play the role of a father.

How pathetic.

My Voice came out flat, emotionless.

You think a man who doesn’t even like his own son–who protected the person who killed his grandmother–deserves to be his

uther?”

Grayson, ont son doesn’t want to see you.”

His body swayed, like he’d been hit.

That last tiny flicker of light in his eyes went out completely.

He opened the door and stumbled through it.

Finally, the world was quiet.

Few days later, Chloe’s trial began.

Uncle pulled every string he had, finding more witnesses and evidence, building an airtight case.

It showed she’d been buying psychiatric drugs repeatedly before the incident.

She’d been secretly adding them to my mom’s food through the housekeeper Mom trusted.

The housekeeper sobbed uncontrollably on the stand.

She said she had no idea what the drugs were. Chloe had told her they were just vitamins.

And on the day Mom fell, Chloe had come over “to visit” and gotten into a heated argument with her.

The neighbors heard my mom screaming.

Chloe went wild in the defendant’s chair.

“I didn’t push her! I left after we argued! She jumped on her own because she couldn’t handle it!”

She screamed that this was all a setup–that I was framing her to get revenge over Grayson.

The judge’s gavel came down, heavy and final.

Guilty of intentional homicide.

She refused to accept it. Filed an appeal on the spot.

I didn’t go to the second trial.

Uncle called to tell me the result–appeal denied. Original verdict upheld.

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fast pas refiend to let it end

Green started showing up verywhere.

Chitkute my trailding. On my way to the grocery store. At our son’s preschool.

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