MY BILLIONAIRE EX-HUSBAND SAT NEXT TO ME ON A FLIGHT JUST TO MOCK ME—THEN THREE LITTLE BOYS RAN FROM A BENTLEY CALLING ME “MOM”

turned icy.

“Marissa no longer works for me.”

My grip tightened around the phone.

“What?”

“I fired her an hour ago.”

I stepped into the hallway.

“You did what?”

“I asked her about you.”

“And?”

His breath trembled.

“She lied.”

The floor felt unsteady beneath me.

“She admitted it?”

“Not at first.”

Blake lowered his voice.

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