Shattered Trust

Derek Lawson’s dry, mocking laughter echoed through the phone line like a death knell for Declan’s corporate ambitions.

"You possess an astonishing, pathetic ignorance regarding your own wife’s true worth, Mr. Prescott."

Derek terminated the call without uttering another syllable. The dead tone buzzed against Declan's ear, sharp and relentless.

Declan sat frozen in his leather executive chair