Chapter 12 - Dinner with the Secret Rival
What Gregory didn't know was that I had already booked a table at the exact upscale downtown restaurant where he took Chloe.
Saturday night, I hired a trusted pediatric nurse colleague to babysit Toby while I dressed in my most stunning black silk dress.
I sat in a dimly lit corner booth across the room, wearing dark sunglasses and sipping a dry martini while observing the entrance.
At 8:15 PM, Gregory walked through the double doors hand-in-hand with Chloe Miller, both laughing effortlessly.
Chloe wore a stunning emerald dress and—of course—my one-of-a-kind sapphire necklace resting proudly on her neck.
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Gregory pulled out her chair, leaning in close to whisper something that made her giggle behind her cocktail glass.
I raised my martini glass in a silent toast to the doomed couple, watching them celebrate a life built on sand.
