Betrayed By Her Ex; Wanted My His Brother
Another sign of his predictable narcissism that I lived with for years.
I powered up the computer, drumming my fingers on the table to quell my anxiety. As soon as I put in the password, my fingers flew across the keyboard, bypassing his recent file logs. I went straight for the hidden folders, the ones I knew he used for storing sensitive, illegal, or embarrassing information. Damien was good at a lot of things but he was terrible at hiding things and it didn’t take me long to figure out where the files would be.
A couple of minutes later, there it was. It wasn’t tucked away in some complex, encrypted folder, but it was simply stored in a folder labeled plan. Once again, his arrogance was m
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