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He never told Isabella. The house they’re living in—second mortgage taken out eight weeks ago. Her savings account cleaned out gradually over the past four months.
“It gets worse.”
His last known location according to his credit card activity.”
I turned the tablet toward Richard. His eyebrows rose as he read the charges. “Hawaiian resort, yacht rentals, expensive restaurants, jewelry stores…”
“He’s been living it up in Maui while his pregnant wife was in critical condition,” Richard said quietly.
“That’s not even the best part.”
I pulled up the final piece of evidence, a screenshot I’d found on social media after hours of careful searching. “Look at this.”
It was an Instagram story from someone named @TiffanyLuxLife. A woman in her mid-20s posing on the deck of a luxury yacht, champagne glass raised to the sunset.
She was stunning in that artificial, heavily filtered way that social media had made popular. But it wasn’t her appearance that made Richard curse under his breath. It was the man in the background of the photo—his arm clearly visible wrapped around her waist.
The distinctive Rolex watch Isabella had given David for their anniversary. The same watch he’d been wearing in every family photo for the past two years. “Who is she?” Richard asked.
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