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Chapter 2

Author: Silky Stars
Comforting a heartbroken friend did not require black lace lingerie.

I pulled out my phone and called Bria Long. "Hey, Bria. Has Camille gotten to your place yet?"

There was a noticeable pause on the other end, followed by the sound of cards being shuffled.

"Oh, yeah, she's here. She just went to the bathroom.

"Don't worry about it, Emmett. We're pulling an all nighter playing cards."

"I thought you just got dumped," I said.

"Right, right, that's why I need to blow off some steam. Anyway, gotta go, it's my turn!"

She hung up in a hurry. The lie was so bad it made my skin crawl.

Before I could even collect my thoughts, the doorbell rang.

I opened the door and found my mother-in-law Elaine Holt standing there with a sour expression. She pushed past me without waiting to be invited in.

"Camille's not home?"

She glanced around the apartment and dropped onto the couch. "Good. Then I'll just say it to you directly.

"Some of my girlfriends are going to Ford Coast tomorrow. I need you to transfer me a hundred thousand dollars for the trip."

"Mom, you just took fifty thousand last month for those wellness supplements."

I did my best to stay patient. "All my money is tied up in company projects right now. I can't pull a hundred thousand together on short notice."

She slammed her palm on the coffee table. "Can't pull the amount together? Don't act poor with me!

"You think I don't know how much that company of yours makes in a year?

"I let my gorgeous daughter marry you and you won't even cough up a hundred thousand? You cheap b*stard!"

I did not say anything. I just stood there and watched her throw her tantrum.

When she realized I was not going to budge, she got to her feet and jabbed a finger in my face. "Let me tell you something, Emmett. If I'd known you were this stingy, Camille would've ended up with Trent!

"He's about to marry some gorgeous heiress worth millions. Not like you, you pathetic waste of space. It’s no wonder nobody respects you!"

She stormed out and slammed the door behind her.

Ended up with Trent? That was something I had never heard before.

Then my phone buzzed. Trent had put up a social media post.

The caption read, "Borrowed some idiot's car. Got his wife for free. About to hit the toll-free highway."

The photo showed the Porsche's steering wheel, and on the passenger seat sat a Chanel bag I recognized immediately. It was the anniversary gift I had bought Camille just last month.

The post disappeared within seconds, but I was fast enough to screenshot it before it was gone. Something cold and heavy settled in my chest.

The man I had treated like a brother and the wife I had bent over backwards to please had been treating me like nothing more than an ATM and a fool this entire time.

Well, if that was the game they wanted to play, then I would play a bigger one.

I called Camille's phone. All I got was an automated recording telling me the phone had been turned off.

There was no point in unraveling the lies anymore. The truth was right in front of me.

I walked into the study and turned on my computer. I logged into the Porsche's remote vehicle management system, which synced directly to the car's live dashcam and interior audio feed.

The system had come standard with the half-million-dollar build, originally designed for theft prevention and emergency assistance. I had never imagined I would be using it like this.

The screen lit up. A dim, grainy feed from inside the car appeared, and over the sound of wind howling past the windows, a conversation cut through with perfect clarity.

"Babe, you're driving that moron's car and taking me down the toll-free highway to a motel room. God, this is exciting!"

That was Camille.

Trent laughed, loud and shameless. "Emmett is such an idiot. He actually thinks I went on a blind date.

"Not only did he hand over the keys like a good little boy, he even filled up the tank for me.

"Did you see what he left in the console? The dumbass even packed condoms for us."

On the screen, Camille reached over and opened the center console. She pulled out the box I had put there and tore open one of the packets.

"He's nothing but a walking wallet. If he wasn't still useful for making money, I would've divorced him a long time ago.

"Living with him is suffocating. Being with you is the only time I actually feel alive."

She draped her hand over Trent's thigh as she said it.

"Don't worry. Once I figure out exactly what's in his company accounts, we'll drain everything and disappear."

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