Chapter Ten
LIAM
Relief doesn’t even properly explain what 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 asking for 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 slept until five and then left a note saying I was leaving to get her something to eat and drink. 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 of the 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 shouts the second I walk into her room. She’s leaning against the headboard, raging pissed.
I’m fully confident she’ll be changing her attitude in less than five minutes.
“Didn’t you read my note?” I ask nicely, 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 immediately makes her suspicious as she 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.
Not this time.
Victoria throws the covers off her body and pushes herself off the bed. “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, and she finally notices I have something. “What is 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, completely 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 to 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.
“On the contrary, I think Daddy dearest wouldn’t be so happy to see his only daughter with the family’s nemesis. Didn’t the DeFrancos betray your family? Mickey’s grandfather stole millions and tainted the O’Leary name for generations, causing a forty-year brawl between them. Amazing what you can find when you know the right people.” I smirk, then continue while her jaw hits the floor. “Not to mention what Johnny will do once he finds out Mickey’s the one who knocked you up and is the real father. I doubt Daddy’s going to welcome Mickey into your family with open arms. I’m guessing more like a bullet between the eyes. Wow…” I shake my head in amusement. “Imagine the horror on his face when he learns of your betrayal. You said it yourself. You wouldn’t put it past your father to kill you if you stepped out of line. Those poor babies. Gonna be orphans. Or dead too.”