“He can face the law.”

Chloe sank to her knees and pulled out her phone.

The night before his arrest, Mark had come home drunk; she’d gone through his phone while he slept and recorded a call with another woman.

“As soon as I squeeze enough out of David to drop the charges,” Mark’s recorded voice sneered, “I’m liquidating the property and moving to Mexico.

Chloe’s an idiot.

I only married her to get close to her brother’s money.