”
“You violated my life, David! You violated my trust! You slept with Valerie while I was paying for her life, while I was giving her millions! You stood in my office and told me to give her everything!” I screamed, tears finally spilling over my eyelids. “Did you look at me and laugh every single day?”
“I didn’t sleep with Valerie to hurt you, Ray,” David said, his voice terrifyingly calm. “In fact, I didn’t sleep with Valerie for pleasure at all. Valerie was an investment. An investment that she suggested.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Check the rest of the envelope, Ray,” David whispered. “You only read the medical report. Keep looking.”
With a shaking hand, I reached into the manila envelope again. My fingers brushed past the fertility report and pulled out a second document. It was a legally binding contract, stamped by a private notary, dated six months before I ever met Valerie at that architecture convention in Miami.
My eyes blurred as I read the headers:
