“Sir, Your Wife Faked Her Death, I Know Where She is”…The poor girl told the billionaire and he…

“Sir, Your Wife Faked Her Death, I Know Where She is”…The poor girl told the billionaire and he…

“In the bedroom,” she whispered. “Under the third floorboard by the bed. There’s a brown envelope. Everything I found. Everything I rebuilt after I vanished. Whatever happens, it cannot stay here.”

Jude went, found it, and tucked it inside his coat.

A second later, the front door exploded inward.

Three men entered. One stayed outside.

They spread across the room with trained efficiency.

A flashlight beam swept over Jude, Rebecca, and Sophia.

The man in the center smiled.

A thin, cold smile.

He took off his sunglasses.

Jude looked at his face and felt reality split open.

It was Thomas Dan.

His business partner.

His oldest friend.

The man who had stood beside him at his wedding.

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