My Husband Kept Slapping Me Over Something Trivial—The Next Morning, He Smirked At The Lavish Feast Waiting For Him… Until He Saw Who Was Sitting At The Table And Nearly Collapsed From Shock

walked toward the front door slowly and opened it.

Margaret Voss entered first.

My lawyer.

Sharp gray suit. Calm expression. Folder tucked beneath one arm.

Behind her came two uniformed police officers.

Then Mr. Hale from the bank.

Then Victor—Daniel’s business partner—looking pale enough to faint.

And finally Lena, Daniel’s assistant, clutching a thick folder continue reading …