Page 161 of Between Secrets and Obsession

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

LIAM

Relief doesn’t even explainwhat I feel when I get Tyler’s laptop and see all his files. The pictures and the audio—the evidence of her lies and betrayal to her family—give me everything I need to demand a divorce. Her hands are going to be tied to do whatever the fuck I say when I shove it all in her face because with one click, I’ll email everything over to her father, and I’ll be damned sure she knows that, too.

After ending the call last night, I checked on Victoria, and she was sound asleep. She hasn’t been feeling well, so there’s no way of knowing when she’ll be up again puking her guts out or needing something from me. I need to act fast if I’m going to sneak out of her penthouse.

Deciding to wait a few hours, I sleep until five and then leave a note telling her I’m getting her something to eat. The smoothie shop across town is her favorite and opens early for the gym rats, so it was believable. I went over to Tyler’s first and found what I needed to finish this shitstorm.

Since I’m a nice guy and all, I did go and get her stupid strawberry-banana-flavored drink after I picked up the prints ofthe digital photos I ordered. I’m making sure my presentation is clearly laid out, giving her two options.

One: File for divorce and sign the papers, letting me and everyone I love go for good.

Two: Tell her daddy the truth and let him decide her punishment.

If she’s smart and wants to live, she’ll pick the former.

“Where the fuck have you been?” she snaps the second I walk into her room. She’s leaning against the headboard, raging pissed.

“Didn’t you read my note?” I ask cautiously, setting her smoothie down on the table next to her bed.

“You left almost two hours ago.” She holds up her phone. “I get a notification every time someone opens the front door.”

I restrain from rolling my eyes. Of course she fucking does.

“Well, my dear wife, I had some errands to run,” I say in an overly sweet tone, which makes her suspicious and eyes me carefully. This is the first time I’ve left for more than an hour, knowing if I didn’t return, she’d give Maddie my punishment.

But not this time.

Victoria throws the covers off and stands. “You better watch your tone, Liam.”

“Or what?” I ask, crossing my hands in front of me with a large manilla envelope between my fingers.

Her eyes lower, finally noticing I have something. “What’s that?”

I bring it to my chest and slowly open it, pulling out the first eight-by-ten photo of her and Mickey fucking in his car. “I’m so glad you asked. Let me show you.”

The moment she lays eyes on it, her evil grin drops. Her shoulders straighten as she swallows hard. “Am I supposed to know what this is?”

The photo is dark, and you can’t one hundred percent see who the people inside are, but unlucky for her, Tyler took multiple shots of the car, the license plate, and even used night vision settings to get clear shots of their faces.

“Maybe these will help jumpstart your memory…” I set one after another on the bed, letting her see each one of her and Mickey.

Them sneaking into a bathroom.

Them in a dark-lit bar in a corner, her lips attached to his cock.

Them in his bed, naked.

I’m not even gonna ask Tyler how he got that one.

A shiver runs through my body at the lengths he went to get these. Grateful doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel.

“Where the fuck did you get these?” she finally hisses after examining each picture, knowing she can’t argue her way out of it. It’s crystal clear who the people are in them.

“What’s it matter, princess?” I dip my head down and speak low, “You’re not the only one with friends in low places.” Then I take out my phone and play one of the audio files I sent myself. Tyler managed to record them talking, and it’s when Victoria calls him Mickey Baby and he calls her Sweet Tits. She waves a hand in the air, and I turn it off.

“Big deal,” she scoffs, crossing her arms. “You won’t do anything with them.” Her confidence is laughable, considering her bottom lip is trembling.