Chloe continued reading.
The next paragraph was even worse.
He told me that his father had promised him a substantial inheritance if he had a son to carry on the family name. He said you were emotionally fragile after your previous losses and that you would believe whatever he told you.
Chloe pressed a hand over her mouth.
Four years.
Four years of fertility appointments, painful procedures, sleepless nights, and tears she had cried in my kitchen because she was terrified she might never become a mother.
And while she had been praying for a healthy baby, her husband had apparently been making plans around an inheritance.
But there was more.
The final paragraph contained a warning.
The woman who accompanied him to the bakery is named Vanessa Cole. She is not his cousin, as he told the staff. She is his former girlfriend. They have been meeting secretly, and she believes he intends to leave you after securing his father’s money.
