Page 48 of My Husband’s New Fiancée

I call Stephen. He picks up immediately.

“Everything okay?”

I close my eyes for a fraction of a second.

“It’s started,” I say.

“It’s going to be fine. If you need anything, I’m downstairs.”

“Thank you.”

The line disconnects.

Every percentage gained is a tiny victory and an even greater risk.

I glance toward the door. Still closed.

5%.

I straighten, forcing air into my lungs.

Time stretches.

The seconds crawl by.

Too slowly.

My blouse clings to my skin.

The air conditioning is off and the room is suffocating.

I need water.

I glance back at the screen.

15%.

I open the bathroom door.

My heart nearly stops.

Dante is already there, leaning against the sink.

Watching me.

The encryption continues running.

17%.

Not fast enough.

14. Caught Red-Handed

Dante

The Day Before

“I just received notice of the preliminary injunction. I don’t intend to contest it. Valeria will be reinstated tomorrow.”