I had spent the last three months secretly investigating strange, unauthorized withdrawals from my commercial business account. There were receipts for luxury hotels, designer gifts, wire transfers, and massive personal debts that Lucas had never explained to me. But until that exact moment, I had not realized something far worse: Beatrice was fully aware of her son’s infidelity, and she knew precisely where the stolen money was coming from.
While I stood there pouring wine for thirty-eight snobbish women, I already had a plan forming in my mind that was going to shatter the pathetic lie I had been living with for years.
PART 2
I walked back into the kitchen without uttering a single word of argument.
“Did you hear the terrible things she was saying out there?” Gavin asked me with deep indignation.
“I heard every single word, Gavin.”
“Then why on earth are we still serving them our finest food?”