Another pause.
“The hotel you tried to use as a stepping stone.”
And then:
“The hotel you no longer have any connection to.”
Ashley looked horrified.
Ryan lowered his voice.
“Not here.”
I tilted my head.
“You brought your lie to this table.”
I smiled.
“I only brought the truth.”
Victoria placed a thick folder in front of him.
Ryan didn’t touch it.
“This is ridiculous.”
“No,” I said.
“It’s documented.”
I opened the folder myself.
The first document slid across the table.
“A transfer from March seventeenth.”
Another.
“A property guarantee submitted without authorization.”
Another.
“An email where you described me as an emotional heir incapable of making business decisions.”
Ryan’s jaw tightened.
“That’s taken out of context.”
“I have audio recordings too.”
For the first time all evening, he stopped breathing for a moment.
I didn’t raise my voice.
I didn’t need to.
“For years, you called me weak because I didn’t argue.”
I slid another document toward him.
“You called me naive because I trusted people.”
Another.
“You called me clueless because I stayed quiet.”
I met his eyes.
“You misunderstood silence, Ryan.”
The entire restaurant seemed to disappear.
“There is a difference between being unaware and gathering evidence.”
Ashley stared at him.
“What is she talking about?”
Ryan couldn’t answer.
And that answer told her everything.
The general manager stepped toward Ashley.
“Ms. Parker, a car has been arranged for you.”
She blinked.
“What?”
“Our Human Resources department will contact you tomorrow regarding your employment status and your undisclosed relationship with Mr. Bennett.”
The color vanished completely from her face.
The fantasy shattered.
The expensive dress.
The luxury suite.
The illusion that she was somehow special.
All gone.
Before leaving, she looked at me.
“I’m sorry.”
I didn’t respond.
Some apologies arrive too late to matter.
Ashley picked up her purse and walked away alone.
No glamour.
