Not because of Chloe.
Not because of the necklace.
It was because I understood how much of myself I had sacrificed trying to keep a marriage that, for a long time, existed only on paper.
Two weeks after the divorce, I received an email from a woman named Vanessa Cole.
The subject was simple.
“We need to talk about Sterling Strategic Partners.”
At first I thought it was a fraudulent message. But the woman had attached a copy of an invoice I recognized from my father’s file.
I immediately sent the lawyer’s email.
After the checks, Rebecca held a meeting with Vanessa in the presence of a specialist in financial investigations.
Vanessa was about thirty-five years old and seemed extremely tired. He entered the conference room holding a large bag, from which he pulled out a laptop and a folder.
“I worked for Sterling Strategic Partners for almost two years,” she began. Officially, I was an administrative coordinator.
