I watched forty-five minutes of footage.
By the end, I wasn’t pale from shock anymore.
I was calm. Cold. Clear.
The way you get when you finally see a threat plainly, and you know exactly what you have to do to remove it from your children’s lives.
PART 3
I did not marry Chloe in three months. Obviously.
But I didn’t just call off the wedding, either, because calling off a wedding doesn’t undo months of psychological abuse against two children, and it doesn’t protect them from a woman who’d already proven she’d manufacture evidence and lie to my face. Chloe had shown me exactly who she was and exactly what she was capable of. I was not going to respond with a polite breakup.
I went to my attorney with the footage.
Because here’s what Chloe never understood about the man she was trying to marry. She saw a distracted, grieving widower, consumed by corporate acquisitions, easy to manipulate over candlelight, too busy to see what was happening in his own home. She thought my distraction was a permanent weakness she could exploit.
