“You hit me.”
“You hit me twice.”
Lorraine shrieked, “After everything we’ve done for you!”
I almost laughed.
Everything they had done for me?
I had paid the ballroom deposit through my events company.
I had covered Daniel’s company payroll twice when his construction business came close to collapsing.
And inside my white bridal clutch was a flash drive containing copies of purchase orders Daniel had asked me to “clean up” for a bank review—documents I had discovered were forged.
Daniel believed he was marrying a softhearted woman with money.
