What is that?”
Vivian looked at me carefully.
“Corporate espionage.”
I stared at the photo.
For three years, I had protected him from financial collapse, gambling debts, public scandals, reckless investments, and lies that would have destroyed anyone else.
And while I was doing that—
he had been selling company information behind closed doors.
Not because he needed money.
Because he thought he was untouchable.
My jaw tightened.
“How long?”
“Seventeen months.”
I looked up sharply.
“You knew?”
“I suspected.”
She held my gaze.
“You weren’t ready to see it.”
That hit harder than I expected.
Because she was right.
I had spent years uncovering who my family truly was while still refusing to see the ugliest parts.
Because accepting strangers can hurt you is easy.
Accepting family can destroy you willingly—
that takes longer.
“What do you want to do?” she asked.
I looked back at the photo.
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