Daniel snatched the receipt. The total was $990,000.
Across town, my phone buzzed with fraud alerts like fireworks. I sat at my father’s kitchen table, staring down at the screen. Parentalguidance support
Dad poured coffee into my mug and said, “Now the real divorce begins.”
PART 2
At first, I thought the alerts would be the end of it. Daniel would be humiliated, Aurum House would demand another form of payment, and the night would collapse beneath the weight of his own arrogance. But men like Daniel did not accept consequences quietly. They looked for someone else to blame.
At 9:07 p.m., my phone rang.
Daniel.
I let it ring.
At 9:08 p.m., he called again.
At 9:09 p.m., Vanessa called from a number I did not recognize.
My father looked over the rim of his coffee cup. “Don’t answer.” Parentalguidance support
