Three months ago, there had been a $50,000 transfer. The memo read: Down payment. Recipient: Lisa Perry.
My hands were shaking as I opened his messages and searched for the name.
At the very top of her social media feed was a crisp, unmistakable ultrasound photo.
The caption read: Baby's going to have a brand-new home the moment he arrives! Daddy bought us a big beautiful house~
It had been posted the day after Ralph wired the $50,000.
Blood rushed to my skull, then plummeted.
I screenshotted everything and sent it to my father. Dad, this is the man our family propped up for years. He's not just cheating. He has a child on the way with another woman. I want every dollar we invested in him clawed back. I want him stripped of everything.
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Seconds later, my father called. His voice was low, shaking with barely contained fury. "That son of a bitch. Don't do anything rash. I'm calling our partners right now to pull every cent of funding. I'll have the best divorce attorney in the city on retainer by morning. He wants to betray the Henson family? I'll make sure he never works in this industry again."