Chapter 7

Shelly was far too calculating. I took a photo of the birth control pills—another solid evidence.

Then I continued packing.

In the nightstand, I found something even more disgusting.

It was a box of condoms.

The packaging was open, and several were missing.

Declan and I never used condoms—we were trying for a baby.

So, who were these condoms for?

The answer was obvious.

Trying to hold back my disgust, I snapped a photo.

Then I quickly packed the rest of my things.

In the study, I found my design drafts and work documents.

These were my most valued possessions—there…