“I know.”
Silence filled the line.
Then David spoke again.
“Because someone paid to remove the records.”
I couldn’t breathe.
“Who?”
“I sent the documents.”
Seconds later, an email appeared.
My hands shook as I opened it.
At the bottom of the payment authorization was a name.
Ashley Bennett.
My fiancée.
I stared at the screen.
No.
It couldn’t be.
But the evidence kept coming.
Over the next week, David uncovered everything.
The hotel photos proving Emily’s affair?
