ssional named Harris, was fast. By the nex

m. He had a string of small-time scams, mostly preying on wealthy, dissatisfied women. He lived in a rente

together. Shopping. Entering a boutique hotel known for

personal spending. Significant sums had been withdrawn regularly, transferred to untraceable accounts. Worse, some charges on company expense accounts, on

s likely goi

the anger. Isabelle wasn't just having an affair, she wa

tudy, looking pale.

up. "What did

ylan. And try to be his friend. She said it' s

g their son, trying to manipulate him to

u don't have to apologize to a

gs, Ethan was waiting in the living room. The divorce papers were on the

she said, a bright, false smile on

dn't

g?" She saw the papers. Her eyes

his voice flat, "i

n artist. And this," he pointed to the bank statements, "is

what you' re talking about. Marcus is a friend, a busi

"I know everything. The affair, the money, the lies you told

it to protect you! To protect Leo! His position at Oakwood, your reputat

nd you know it," Ethan cut her off. "The only sca

rce papers towards

crumbling from feigned innocence to desperation. "E

work out, Isabelle.