How My Husband Planned My Ruin and Built His Own Downfall
They thought I was lucky to have married a Harlan.
Tomorrow, they would see exactly what kind of man their golden boy really was.
I opened my briefcase and pulled out the cream envelope.
I held it for a moment, feeling the weight of the truth inside.
I just needed to make sure it reached the right hands.
Suddenly, a light flickered on the wall.
The automated security system in the hallway beeped.
A voice spoke from the ceiling speaker.
“Security alert. Unscheduled access in the executive suite.”
My heart stopped.
I looked at the hallway camera.
The red light was blinking rapidly.
Had Jared realized I was here?
I heard the heavy double doors at the end of the hall click.
Footsteps were approaching, fast and heavy.
I slid behind the heavy velvet drapes near the window.
My fingers gripped the brass curtain rod to stay steady.
The boardroom door creaked open, the sound echoing in the silence.
A sharp beam of flashlight swept across the polished mahogany table.
“Anyone here?” a security guard called out.
He took three paces into the room, his heavy boots squeaking on the hardwood border.