My husband boarded a flight to Cancun with his mistress… never imagining that the wife he looked down on would be ser.ving him re.venge in first class.
The romantic vacation ended before its first sunset.
Ryan spent four days alone in a luxury suite designed for two.
A king-sized bed.
Rose petals.
Ocean views.
Champagne.
All wasted.
Exactly like the marriage he’d taken for granted.
But losing Ashley wasn’t the worst part.
The worst part arrived forty-eight hours later.
By then, my attorney had already filed the divorce petition.
The paperwork was waiting for him when he returned to Dallas.
So were copies of financial records.
Because during my investigation, I’d uncovered something even uglier than infidelity.
Ryan wasn’t only cheating on me.
He’d been using company funds to finance his affairs.
Hotel stays.
Flights.
Jewelry.
Luxury dinners.
Weekend getaways.
Thousands and thousands of dollars.
