Ex-Wife's Corporate Revenge

Synopsis

The weight of Andrew's jacket felt like lead in my hands. I hadn't meant to snoop—I was simply hanging it up after he'd carelessly tossed it onto our bed before rushing off to another "emergency meeting." But when the inner pocket gaped open and a small stack of hotel receipts fluttered to the floor, something made me pause. My fingers trembled as I gathered them. The Four Seasons. The Ritz-Carlton. Places where Andrew claimed to meet clients. Dates that matched nights he'd told me he was working late. I should have put them back. After seven years of marriage, I'd perfected the art of looking away, of making excuses for the lipstick stains, the lingering perfume, the missed anniversaries. But this time, I kept looking. Behind the receipts was a small envelope. Inside were photos—intimate ones. My stomach lurched when I recognized the woman entwined with my husband. Ivanna. My sister-in-law. The room spun around me. I sank onto the edge of our king-sized bed, the same bed Andrew and I had shared for seven years. Seven years of me trying to fix what was breaking, of believing his promises to change, of ignoring the signs of his worsening addiction. I don't know how long I sat there, the evidence of his betrayal clutched in my hands, before I made the decision to confront Ivanna. Not Andrew—he would only lie, as he always did. But Ivanna... I needed to hear it from her. I found her at the country club, lounging by the pool like she didn't have a care in the world. Like she hadn't destroyed my life. "We need to talk," I said, my voice steadier than I expected. She glanced up, pushing her designer sunglasses to the top of her head. "Faye! What a surprise. Care