
Grant froze.
David looked first at his wife.
Then at Grant.
Then he placed the binder beside the divorce papers.
“I think,” he said quietly, “we should all hear what Grant promised you with my money.”
That was when my husband finally understood.
He had not brought his mistress into my house to humiliate me.
He had walked both of them directly into the trap we had prepared.
PART 2 — THE BLACK BINDER
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