Chapter 13

Since I was planning my revenge, I needed to carefully strategize and execute my plan. Max, the jerk, was not an average guy; he had graduated from a prestigious doctoral program. He was not someone easy to outsmart.

So, how could I protect myself and my assets while gathering evidence of Max's asset transfers, drugging our child, and his infidelity? It required serious planning.

With no one else to trust, I turned to my friend, Wendy. I discreetly slipped away to the bathroom, plugged in my headphones, and dialed her number.

Wendy is my childhood friend, a stunning beauty with a straightforward personality. She has the body of a model and the cool demeanor of an actress. She works in crisis PR at Johnsonville's largest firm. While I was dealing with Max, she was climbing the corporate ladder. At only twenty-eight years old, she became a director and earned a respected reputation in Johnsonville's social circles.

Last month, their CEO opened a new branch in Samsterdam and needed st