Part 2
He snatched the phone from the nightstand and unlocked it with her face.
There it was.
The same image.
Sent to me at 3:01 a.m.
Ethan looked at her in horror.
“You sent it.”
Her confidence faltered.
“She deserved to know,” Vanessa snapped. “You told me the marriage was dead. You said you’d divorce her after the merger closed.”