Chloe shifted in her chair beside me, her eyes flashing with anger.

“When did he make this inquiry?”

“Approximately four months ago,” Samantha revealed.

Four months ago.

I vividly remembered Gavin coming home late one evening four months ago, loudly declaring to me that his company was finally entering an aggressive growth stage.

He had opened a bottle of expensive champagne that night, completely overflowing with excitement about the future.

I had foolishly believed every word he said.

“What happened after the bank turned him down?” I asked, dreading the answer.