I didn’t say a word, just walked straight to the bedroom. 

The second I opened the door—bam. That same sickly perfume hit me. 

On the bed? Lingerie. Definitely not mine. And on the nightstand, a photo of Simon and Nancy all cuddled up. 

I spun around, ice in my voice. “You two sleep in my bed?” 

Simon freaked. “It’s temporary! Once Nancy has the baby, I’ll ask her to leave—” 

“Don’t bother.” I shut him down. “I’m just here to grab my stuff.” 

I marched to the closet—packed with Nancy’s designer junk. 

My stuff? Shoved in a suitcase, dumped in the corner like trash. 

“Heidi, don’t be like this…” Simon reached for my hand. “I know this is hard, but—” 

I jerked away. 

Right as I bent to zip the suitcase, my phone lit up. 

[Breaking! Wynn family heiress signs plea deal, admits to stealing Johnston Group trade secrets!] 

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