Chapter 5 - Toby’s Innocent Afternoon Confession
After dropping Toby off at his preschool, I sat in my parked car outside the facility to review our shared bank statements.
For three years, mysterious cash withdrawals labeled "consulting fees" had been draining our joint savings account monthly.
Over one hundred and twenty thousand dollars funneled into a private shell corporation registered under a post office box.
My phone buzzed against the steering wheel, displaying a text message from Toby’s preschool teacher.
“Hi Elena, Toby was telling us a funny story today about the pretty lady who wears mommy's shiny blue necklace at his house.”
My breath caught in my throat as the cold reality of my son’s exposure washed over me with sickening clarity.
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Gregory hadn't just brought his mistress into our neighborhood; he had brought her around our five-year-old child.
That was the ultimate, unforgivable betrayal that turned my sadness into an unyielding, glacial desire for total destruction.
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