Chapter 15
Grant began to weep, heavy tears of ruin spilling down his cheeks onto his black designer suit.
“Nora... please... I loved you once,” Grant blubbered, dropping to his knees before me.
“We can fix this! I was sick, I made a mistake! Don't send me to prison!”
I pulled a small set of brass keys from my coat pocket, tossing them onto the marble floor at his knees.
“Those are the keys to the beach house in Cape May,” I told him coldly.
“The property was foreclosed on this morning to satisfy your gambling liens.”
“You own nothing, Grant.”
“Not the house, not the cars, not my father’s company, and certainly not my life.”
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The police officers hauled Grant to his feet, pulling him toward the holding elevator while the press cameras flashed.
Reporters from three major news networks were waiting in the main lobby downstairs, capturing his absolute downfall.
