I opened the front door just a crack, but I absolutely did not let them set foot inside.

“It was never just because of a dress, Cynthia,” I replied coldly. “It was because of everything you both did behind my back, thinking I was never going to defend myself.”

Douglas swallowed hard, his hands trembling slightly as he looked at me.

“Cora, please, we can sit down and fix this mess,” he pleaded, his voice cracking. “My mother just got upset for a moment, that’s all it was.”

“Did she also just get upset for a moment when you used my company’s money to pay for luxury hotels?” I asked him directly. “Or when you willingly sent her my private financial statements?”

“When exactly were you planning to tell me you wanted to quietly slip your cousin into the purchasing department just to control our suppliers?” I added, watching his face drain of color.