Chapter 9 - Tiffany Demanding Answers From A Desperate, Ruined Brad
The front door swung open with a loud click, startling Brad out of his paralyzed reverie. Tiffany marched into the foyer dragging a rolling designer suitcase behind her, her face twisted in absolute fury.
"What do you mean my credit card was declined at the boutique this morning?!" Tiffany shouted across the room. Brad turned around slowly, letting out a harsh, humorless laugh that echoed off the vaulted ceiling.
"The cards don't work anymore, Tiffany," Brad replied flatly, tossing the federal freeze notice onto the coffee table. "Our accounts are frozen, the company is locked, and we are legally broke."
Tiffany stopped dead in her tracks, her mouth falling open as she stared at the official government seals. "Broke? That's impossible! You're a senior executive at Sterling Global!" she screamed, rushing over to grab the papers.
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"I was an executive," Brad corrected bitterly, his eyes burning with suppressed anger. "Now I'm just a man whose wife took everything he ever owned."
Tiffany slammed the papers down onto the glass table, her voice dripping with venom. "Then find a way to fix it, Brad! I didn't waste a year of my life on a man who's going to end up living in a motel!"
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