Scotch

Chris’s POV

I was sitting at the table, the food that we had ordered staring right back at me. I knew that I would not be able to finish all of this.

And besides, I had lost my appetite.

I didn’t think that Linda would have left, I didn’t think that she would have fallen for the little trap that I set up for her. I needed to know whether she had actually dropped this whole gold thing. But I guess she had not.

And she proved it. She fell for the trap.

I had intentionally left my phone on the table and pretended to get a stomach ache. It was all an act.

In fact, I was not even in the bathroom, I was in the back room of the place, which was very nice.

I had gotten someone to email my account just when I had left, so it seemed like it was not planned.

Everything that I knew that she had read on tagg email was fake. It was all a lie, and it just proved to me that she was still stubborn and did not want to wash her hands from the affairs of my family.

I gestured for the waitress who was