My Cheating Husband Tried to Steal My Grandmother's Fortune (She Gets Revenge #8)

Prologue

My husband doesn’t know I know about his affair.

He doesn’t know I was at my grandmother’s house and watched his mistress drop to her knees and suck his dick–on my grandmother’s sofa, in my grandmother’s study, twenty feet from the bedroom where my grandmother naps every afternoon.

He doesn’t know I heard him tell this woman that they’re almost there.

That soon they’ll have everything they want.

He doesn’t know I took a photograph.

Right now, my husband is at his desk pretending to run a company that’s four million dollars in the red. He thinks I’m at work. He thinks I’m the same woman who sat across from him last night and poured his wine and asked about his day and just accepted the casual cruelty of how he ignores me.

I’m not at work. I’m in my office at home with the door locked, printing screenshots.

Forty-seven pages. Eight months of text messages between my husband and my grandmother’s live-in nurse—the woman he’s been fucking, the woman he’s convinced to tell lies about me to my grandmother, the woman who looks my ninety-one-year-old grandmother in the face every morning and lies.

I feed another page into the printer and my hands are shaking from the effort of not putting my fist through the wall.

They told her I forgot to call and that I was too busy to visit.

They told her I want to sell her house.

They told her I don’t care about her legacy.

They told her I only care about her money.

Those are all lies.

They are the ones who want her money, and will tell lies until they get it.

I slam my palm on the desk and the printer rattles, my eyes burning and my teeth clenched so hard my jaw aches, because my grandmother—the woman who held my face in both hands and told me I was the best of us, who read me stories in her wingback chair when I was a little girl—has been pulling away from me for months, and now I know why.

They poisoned her opinion of me. Drip by drip, lie by lie, they turned the person who loves me most in this world into a woman who pats my arm and looks away.

I blink until my vision clears. I breathe until my hands stop shaking. And then I keep printing.

The texts aren’t even the worst of it. In Grant’s desk drawer—the office I was never supposed to enter, the room I knocked on the door of in my own house for three years—I found a draft will leaving my grandmother’s entire estate to my husband.

A hundred and twenty-five million dollars.

Everything she has. Everything my grandfather built from nothing.

Signed over to a man who married me for access and spent three years pretending to love an old woman so he could rob her.

Sienna’s name isn’t in the will. The nurse doing my husband’s dirty work—the whisper campaign, the daily manipulation, the sexual performance in my grandmother’s study—gets nothing. She probably doesn’t know.

Two predators, each conning the other. And both of them conning my grandmother.

I slide the last page into the folder. Forty-seven pages of texts. The photograph. The will. The fraudulent power of attorney I found filed with the county—my name stripped, his name inserted.

Tomorrow morning I’m meeting an attorney who’s going to help me end this.

My husband thinks he’s going to steal my inheritance. He thinks I’m oblivious. He thinks the wife making his dinner and smiling across the table is too trusting to be a threat.

He should never have gone after my grandmother.

And now he’s going to pay.