At 3:00 AM my husband’s mistress sent me a photo to destroy me, but I forwarded it to the whole Board of Directors of his company

Chapter 6: Missed Calls

184 missed calls.

293 text messages.

The board group chat was exploding.

When Ethan saw the photo, every trace of color drained from his face.

At 5:11 a.m., the CFO had written:

“What the hell is this?”

At 5:16, Ethan’s father, Richard Whitmore, sent only one message:

“You are an idiot.”

Ethan grabbed Vanessa’s phone and found the same image sent to me at 3:01 a.m.

“You sent it,” he said in horror.

Vanessa’s confidence cracked instantly.

“She deserved to know,” she snapped. “You told me the marriage was over. You said you’d divorce her after the merger closed.”

“I say a lot of stupid things!” he shouted.

That was the moment she finally understood.

She had never been the chosen woman.

She had only been convenient. Continue Reading ⬇️

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