“The one I thought you were cheating on me with? He’s not your lover.” Natalie’s lips parted, and her hands shook. “John, I can explain—” she began, but he cut her off with a gesture. The tears in her eyes flowed freely now, her carefully constructed facade crumbling.
“He’s your lawyer,” John said, his voice colder now. “And you’ve been planning to take everything from me. My company, my accounts, even this house. You’ve been plotting for months while I trusted you blindly—literally.”