Love Money, Not Men
"This is ironclad proof of your infidelity. You don't even have room to deny it."
Martin dropped to his knees to gather the scattered pages, his fingers trembling uncontrollably.
He recognized his own signature, the seal of the notary public, and the date going back three years.
Back then, nothing had started yet. I had just married into the Clark family, and he still held some wariness toward me, cautiously trying to please me whenever he feared I might get angry.
"You..." He snapped his head up, the rims of his eyes completely bloodshot. "You've been playing me since then?"