Chapter 7
The next morning, Regina did get a clogged duct.
At the crack of dawn, Tyler yanked me out of bed.
“I heard fish soup can help with clogged ducts. Go to the market and buy a fish! The lactation specialist just arrived downstairs.
I’m going to get her.”
Groggy, I blinked awake and reached for my phone. A notification popped up: Partner Payment.
That lactation specialist was expensive. Just like that, 1,888 dollars was gone from my account.
I stretched lazily in bed, taking my time getting dressed.
On my way past the master bedroom, I caught a glimpse of Regina clutching her chest while wincing in pain.
I smirked.
I didn’t go to the market for fish.
Ever since Regina moved in, Tyler had been obsessed with her. He spent less and less time focusing on work.
All his expenses had come straight out of my account for the past two months. That included Regina’s new clothes, salon trips,
prenatal checkups, and even delivery costs.
And every time he transferred money to her, I took a screenshot.
That afternoon, I met up with an old friend–a lawyer–at a cafe.
I handed him all the evidence I had.
“I want to make sure he walks away with nothing. Is that possible?” 1
Nigel Davison studied the videos–Tyler and Regina tangled together–and the financial records, proof that money had been flowing between them.
