One Month After I Gave Birth to Our Son, I Learned My Husband Had Secretly Bought a Lavish Mansion for His Personal Assistant and Her Six-Year-Old Daughter. I Didn’t Yell, Cry, or Sit Around Waiting for Him to Come Home.
“Well, well, isn’t this a touching little family reunion,” Leonard sneered, keeping one gloved hand tucked suspiciously inside his coat pocket.
“I must thank you, nephew, for completing the purchase of this lovely property so quickly.”
“Step away from the door, Leonard,” Russell ordered in a voice of pure steel.
“The police and our security team are already surrounding this building.”
Leonard let out a dry, rattling chuckle that sent chills down my spine.
“Do you honestly think I care about local security guards, boy?
That safe contains thirty years of financial records that belong solely to me, and neither you nor that meddling girl will leave here with them.”