“Be patient. If I divorce Emily now, I lose everything. She’s smart—everything is under her name. The car, the watch, the project capital… it’s all her money.” He chuckled softly, almost admiring my usefulness. “But don’t worry. We’ve been secretly married for two years.”
Megan pouted. “So you’ll keep being her parasite? You said you were proud.”
Daniel laughed—a casual, confident sound.
“Exactly because I’m proud. I need more capital first. I’ve been siphoning money from her company into my account—cost overruns, fake projects. Just wait. When we’ve saved enough for our own place and business, I’ll kick her to the curb. I’m sick of pretending to be nice to her. She’s controlling. You’re better… you’re submissive.”
Megan giggled.
“Is the Segovia house safe? Emily won’t claim it?”
“It’s safe,” he said. “The deed isn’t in my name yet, but Emily’s naïve. She thinks the house is empty. She doesn’t know the ‘poor friend’ she’s helping is the queen in her husband’s heart.”
They laughed together—bright, carefree, cruel.