Chapter 3

Jason snorted coldly, pulled a stack of papers from his bag, and slammed them onto the car seat.

When I saw what they were, my hands instinctively tightened.

It was the bank records I'd hidden away.

Jason shot me a cold smirk, all that old tenderness wiped away.

He sneered, "Sharon, you really think your little schemes are flawless?"

I gritted my teeth and stayed silent. But my pale face gave everything away.

They'd found out, but they weren't freaking out like I thought they would.

Dad took a drag on his cigarette, sounding totally dismissive. "Your mom actually sends…