Chapter 1 - THE NOTEBOOK MY DAUGHTER HID

At the charity gala, my husband showed up with his mistress on his arm, right in front of everyone we knew. My 9-year-old daughter squeezed my hand and whispered, “Mom, don’t cry… just look at me.” I didn’t cause a scene. I calmly reached into my purse and pulled out a letter from my lawyer.
Then my daughter walked straight toward her father.
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No one in that room had any idea what she had secretly saved on her phone.
“Mom, don’t cry. Let me go ask him who that woman is.”