Shared Wife in the Wilderness - Chapter 9: Chapter 9
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Vincent Roland shot Dominic Evans a loaded look.
"Go on! I'll make sure every damn second is recorded. With this proof, let's see if you still have the balls to steal from me!"
Dominic grinned, his expression dripping with sleazy anticipation as he closed in on me.
I let out a hollow laugh, shaking my head. Even now—even here—he couldn't let go of his sick fantasy.
"Vincent."
My voice was steady, but inside, I was breaking. The man who had once been my everything now stood before me, a stranger.
"I never really knew you at all, did I?"
But his little game was about to end.
Right on cue, the distant wail of sirens cut through the air, growing louder from every direction.
Dominic's hand—already creeping up my leg—snatched back like he'd been burned.
"Vincent! The cops! What the hell do we do now?"
Panic twisted Vincent's face, but it was too late.
I watched, calm and cold, as the officers led them both away. Then, without a word, I handed over my phone—the recording still playing.
The moment I'd caught Dominic slipping something into the drinks, I'd dialed 911. And before stepping into that tent, I'd hit record. Just in case.
I'd meant it as insurance against Dominic, the outsider with dirty hands.
I never imagined it would be the final nail in the coffin for the man who used to share my bed.
With the evidence stacked against them, Vincent, Dominic, and Sophia Valentine were done. My lawyer made damn sure Vincent walked away with nothing.
Later, I got the full story.
"Go on! I'll make sure every damn second is recorded. With this proof, let's see if you still have the balls to steal from me!"
Dominic grinned, his expression dripping with sleazy anticipation as he closed in on me.
I let out a hollow laugh, shaking my head. Even now—even here—he couldn't let go of his sick fantasy.
"Vincent."
My voice was steady, but inside, I was breaking. The man who had once been my everything now stood before me, a stranger.
"I never really knew you at all, did I?"
But his little game was about to end.
Right on cue, the distant wail of sirens cut through the air, growing louder from every direction.
Dominic's hand—already creeping up my leg—snatched back like he'd been burned.
"Vincent! The cops! What the hell do we do now?"
Panic twisted Vincent's face, but it was too late.
I watched, calm and cold, as the officers led them both away. Then, without a word, I handed over my phone—the recording still playing.
The moment I'd caught Dominic slipping something into the drinks, I'd dialed 911. And before stepping into that tent, I'd hit record. Just in case.
I'd meant it as insurance against Dominic, the outsider with dirty hands.
I never imagined it would be the final nail in the coffin for the man who used to share my bed.
With the evidence stacked against them, Vincent, Dominic, and Sophia Valentine were done. My lawyer made damn sure Vincent walked away with nothing.
Later, I got the full story.
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