Roast chicken with mashed potatoes, green beans, and the chocolate cake he always asked for on special days. I set the table with our wedding dishes and lit candles. Reginald poured wine, clearly thinking this was a romantic evening.
When the doorbell rang at seven sharp, he grinned. “Is this your surprise guest?”
“Good evening, Constance,” he greeted me. “Reginald, meet the surprise guest I mentioned. He’s Mr.
Lee, my lawyer. And he has some papers for you.”
Reginald’s smile faded as the lawyer stepped inside. “Constance, what’s going on?
What papers?”
I gestured for Mr. Lee to sit at our dining table, right across from my lying husband. The lawyer opened his briefcase smoothly and slid a thick folder across the table.
Reginald stared at it like it might bite him. “What’s this supposed to be?” Reginald asked, his voice getting higher. “Divorce papers,” I said calmly, cutting into my chicken.
“Along with proof of financial fraud, evidence of your fake therapy scam, and a nice collection of photos featuring you and Nadine in front of your new house.”
Reginald went pale. His hand shook as he opened the folder and saw everything I’d collected. Bank transfer records, screenshots of Sienna’s talent profile, printed emails about the house purchase… all of it.
“Really? Because it looks like you hired a child actress to pretend to be your injured daughter so you could steal $85,000 from me to buy a house with your girlfriend.”
He opened his mouth, then closed it.Continue reading…
