I kept my eyes closed and pretended to be asleep. But the next morning, I did something she never saw coming…
THE MIDNIGHT BETRAYAL
At 12:07 in the morning, I saw my mother-in-law secretly place something in my carry-on luggage. Half a minute later, she murmured into her phone, “It’s in her bag. Call airport security at six. By breakfast, she’ll be finished.”
I didn’t open my eyes.
Instead, I smiled.
My name is Harper Lawson. I’m 36, and throughout seven years of marriage, my husband’s relatives had confused my quietness with ignorance.
My mother-in-law, Lorraine, was the sort of woman capable of ruining someone’s reputation while offering them freshly baked cookies. Her son, Preston, my husband, had inherited both her vicious nature and her fixation on wealth.
Three months before that night, I’d uncovered the disappearance of almost $2.4 million from Lawson Holdings, the hospitality business established by my deceased father.
