Chapter 3

The next day, I got a call. It was Garry.

He was laughing freely, the laugh of a man savoring his revenge.

"Seen it yet?"

"That's what you get for not falling in line."

He hung up the moment he finished. At the same time, a message from my coworker Cassandra Chavez popped up on my chat.

"Ursula, look at the company site, quick. Is that you?"

I didn't reply. I opened the link in the company group right away.

I knew instantly. This was Garry's revenge.

I hadn't thought he'd actually do it, not while we still weren't officially divorced.

I steadied myself and went in to work like any other day.

The moment my coworkers saw me, they scattered, whispering about me behind my back.

Back at my desk, Cassandra handed me a coffee, her voice low.

"Do you know who did it?"

"Want me to help?"

I took the coffee and gave her a smile.

"No need. I can handle it myself."

She nodded and patted my shoulder.

"All right, then. Jayden Chavez wants you in his office. Watch how you play it."

"Okay."

I took a sip of the coffee and headed for Jayden's office.

"Ursula, you've always been the star of the sales team. Something like this would normally be dealt with seriously. But the sales team can't do without you, so I can give you time to sort it out."

I nodded and thanked him.

I'd barely stepped out of the office when Garry came straight at me, spoiling for it.

"Doesn't feel good, does it?"

"You've got no one to blame but yourself. Too stubborn to listen."

"That was just a little something inside the company. If you don't back off from Barbara, then get ready to be famous."

Watching him stand there so sure he'd already won, I couldn't help but laugh.

Who won and who lost was far from settled.

I'd been married to him for eight years. Of course I knew the brutal tactics he used in business. I just never thought he'd turn them on his own wife.

Eight years of loving him. How could I not have kept something in reserve?

I opened my phone, found the private file, and sent it straight to Quinton Whitney, the company lawyer.

"I've got some evidence here. Take a look and tell me if it's enough to file a case."

Quinton wrote back fast.

"Publicly circulating private photos, seriously endangering your personal safety, plus defamation and distribution of obscene material."

"Take this to court and you win, guaranteed."

I'd made that recording back then purely to avoid trouble down the road.

I never expected it.

Now it was the evidence in my hands.