POV: Ava"You have twenty minutes." He dropped into the chair across from me without hurrying, one arm draped over the back of it, studying me like he was trying to decide whether I was worth the time he'd already promised. "Talk."I set the thumb drive on the table between us and slid it forward with two fingers, not quite letting go of it right away."You don't know me. I don't know you either, not really, only the version my husband's described over the years, and given what a spineless excuse for a man he's turned out to be, I'd bet half of that was fiction anyway. None of that matters. What matters is what's on here.""And what is on there." His eyes dropped to the drive, then lifted back to me, unhurried."Information you'll want before tonight is over.""Extortion, then." He said it flatly, testing the word rather than accusing me with it."The opposite, actually." I made myself hold his gaze. "My husband ruined me quietly, over years, and left the evidence of exactly how sitti
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