Transaction receipts, contracts for deals that would never hold up outside a kangaroo court, reports and graphic pictures of his men's work, files upon files about his enemies' businesses he was after. All carefully hidden by his entertainment company.
I transferred as much as I could to the flash drive, all while my heart pounded in my chest, knowing one of his men could walk in at any moment.
When the transfer was completed, I reached to pull out the flash drive, but something caught my eye.
It was a folder titled "Blueberry," a codename Nathan often used for important data or people.
I was nicknamed Blueberry in his organization, so I assumed it contained moments from our lives and opened it without a second thought.
My breakfast threatened to make a reappearance when I was greeted with thousands of intimate pictures and videos of Katherine and Nathan.
They dated back years, starting a couple of months after Nathan and I had started dating, and Katherine had gotten married to her husband.
Some were taken in random hotel rooms, but my eyes were drawn to the familiar layout of our bedroom and the very bed I went to sleep in every night.
Disgusted, I continued scrolling until I saw a video with a cover image of Katherine wearing my wedding dress and draped across our bed.
My heart clenched painfully and I had to look away as my emotions overwhelmed me.
Turning took my eyes to a smiling picture of me on his desk and my vision blurred with tears I refused to let fall.
Led by my pain, I transferred the pictures and videos of them to the flash drive then left the office.
My feet led me to my closet, filled to the brim with designer clothes fresh off the runway, expensive jewelry custom-made by top jewelers, and all the shoes a woman could wish for.
Once upon a time, it had all been a dream come true.
But now that I knew Bella was the price that was paid for it, I hated the me who adored them.
I had worn it so many times after that cursed day it didn't take long to find my wedding dress, and I laid it out on the ground.
It was an old-fashioned style that had people questioning my taste. I modeled it after Nathan's mom's dress to honor her.
He had been so proud of it, bragging to everyone about how devoted and loyal his new wife was—only to defile it by letting his mistress wear it while he did her on our bed.