It was a screenshot of Charlie’s bank statements from the last six months.
May 12: $450 – Tiffany & Co. (I didn’t get a necklace in May).
June 14: $1,200 – Hotel Plaza Athénée, Paris. (Charlie was supposedly at a ‘leadership retreat’ in Chicago).
July 20: $200 – Flower Delivery, J. Reed.
The room went silent. Jessica’s smirk vanished. Charlie’s jaw dropped.
“I didn’t need your ‘leaked’ photos, Jessica,” I said, turning to her. “I’m a big girl. I know how to use a shared cloud account and a forensic accountant. You thought you were the one holding the power because you have his ‘attention’? Honey, you can have him. Along with the $14,000 in credit card debt he’s been hiding, and the fact that he’s been using your ‘influencer’ career as a tax write-off for his ‘consulting’ firm.”
I looked at the screen, which now showed a series of texts Charlie had sent to his brother: ‘She’s so boring, man. I just stay for the house and the stability. Jessica is the fire, but my wife is the paycheck.’
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