“The club cooperated.”
I leaned forward.
“The bill?”
“Detailed itemization.”
She pointed down the list.
Food.
Alcohol.
Private suite.
Entertainment.
Luxury services.
Attempted jewelry purchase.
Then she smiled slightly.
“The necklace never left the boutique.”
“At least there’s that.”
“There’s more.”
She slid a form toward me.
My stomach dropped.
There it was.
My company name.
Below it…
A shaky attempt at my signature.
Michael hadn’t even bothered making it convincing.
He assumed nobody would question it because he had once been my husband.
Teresa tapped the page.
“This may qualify as forgery and unauthorized use of financial instruments.”
“What about Vanessa?”
Teresa almost laughed.
“She posted half the evidence herself.”
Videos.
Photos.
Receipts.
Champagne toasts.
The sapphire necklace.
Every humiliating detail.
Vanessa had documented Michael’s crime for us.
By noon, Michael was escorted off the property after accusing me of being crazy, accusing the receptionist of disrespect, and informing a delivery driver that successful women were dangerous.
