Grant’s hope vanished.
Seraphina looked toward Delaney.
“You managed that yourself.”
Delaney had gone completely pale.
Grant stepped closer.
“Sera, please.
Forget tonight.
Forget Delaney.
I made mistakes.”
“Seven years is not a mistake.”
“I loved you.”
“Maybe once.”
“I still do.”
She shook her head.
“No.
You loved the version of me who made you feel superior.”
His face broke.
“That isn’t true.”
“When you thought I was poor, you used it to humiliate me.”
“Sera—”
“You kissed another woman outside our home.”
His eyes fell.
“You forged documents connected to my company.”
“That was Delaney.”
Delaney whipped around.
“Excuse me?”
Grant pointed at her.
“You created the letter.”
“Because you told me to!”
The room erupted again.
Grant stared at her.
Delaney laughed bitterly.
“Oh, don’t look shocked now.
You told me Bellamy would approve the money once we forced their hand.
You said once the press announced it, they wouldn’t dare embarrass us by backing out.”
