“I do. Every second. That’s why you’ll only see her under supervision until the custody hearing is finalized.”
Rage flooded his face.
“You can’t do this.”
I leaned closer and lowered my voice.
“You did this. I just kept the receipts.”
Vanessa started crying loudly and uncontrollably, but nobody moved to comfort her. The same people who once admired her diamonds now stared at her throat like the necklace itself was burning her skin.
Two detectives entered through the side doors.
Daniel’s knees nearly gave out beneath him.
The following morning, every newspaper carried the story. Daniel’s professional license was suspended pending investigation. Vanessa lost her position, her apartment, and every borrowed friend she built her life around. Their affair became evidence. Their greed became debt. Their cruelty became public record.
Six months later, I stood barefoot in my kitchen at sunrise while my daughter laughed from her high chair, peaches smeared across her cheeks.
