Chapter 8
Claire didn’t look up immediately; she was calmly reviewing a stack of quarterly financial reports.
“Leave us for a moment, please,” Claire said softly to the attorneys.
The men bowed slightly and exited the room, closing the heavy oak door behind them.
I stood across from my ex-wife, the broad mahogany desk acting as a canyon between us.
“Twelve years, Claire,” I breathed out, my voice thick with betrayal and rage.
“You lied to me for twelve entire years!”
Claire slowly closed the folder, setting her gold pen down on the blotter with absolute precision.
“I didn't lie to you, Daniel,” she said, her voice completely smooth and devoid of anger.
“I invested in you.”
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“I believed in your vision when no bank in Illinois would give you a single dime.”
“I gave you my family’s money because I loved you and I wanted you to succeed.”
