The screen lit my wet face in the darkness.
The screen lit my wet face in the darkness.
I looked through the glass one last time. Julian and Sienna were on my expensive leather sofa, drinking my liquor, inside my house, completely convinced they were untouchable.
“You have absolutely no idea,” I whispered into the rain.
Then I turned away from the door and stepped into the storm.
To understand the mistake Julian had just made, you have to understand the lie beneath our marriage.
Julian Mercer was senior vice president of acquisitions at Apex Capital, a powerful Chicago financial logistics firm. He was the kind of man who believed ambition made him superior to everyone else. He drove a slate gray imported sports car. He wore custom suits. He spent weekends networking with minor politicians and bragged endlessly about being self-made.
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