Chapter 8 - Confronting the Babysitter Turned Mistress
Armed with Chloe’s address from the bank records, I drove my car toward the downtown harbor apartment towers.
The wind whipped across the waterfront as I parked near the sleek glass entrance of the luxury residential building.
I waited in my car for twenty minutes, watching the revolving doors until a familiar figure stepped out into the daylight.
Chloe Miller wore a cream designer coat, carrying a branded shopping bag from an exclusive boutique down the street.
And resting right against the collar of her turtleneck sweater was the unmistakable sparkle of my sapphire pendant.
My fingers gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned chalk-white against the black leather.
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I didn't rush out to scream or make a public spectacle; dignity was my greatest weapon against their careless arrogance.
Instead, I pulled out my phone and recorded high-definition video footage of her walking toward her waiting rideshare vehicle.
