“On the mistress?”
“On the mistress.”
I laughed once.
Not because it was funny.
Because it was absurd.
Daniel had spent nearly seven hundred thousand dollars building a secret life while telling me we needed to delay home renovations because finances were tight.
Margaret slid the second binder forward.
“This is where it gets interesting.”
Inside was a copy of our prenuptial agreement.
Daniel had never bothered reading it carefully.
I remembered the day he signed.
His mother had practically rolled her eyes through the entire meeting.
Victoria believed wealth protected people from consequences.
She had raised Daniel to think the same way.
Margaret opened to page forty-two.
“Section Nine.”
