My Wealthy Ex Humiliated Me at My Grocery Job Until My Father Exposed Their Darkest Secret

The Secret in the Pocket

Tyler turned around, a smug sneer plastered across his face. "Keep walking, old man," he barked, adjusting his designer jacket. "Or I'll have the manager fire your pathetic daughter before the night is over." But Dan didn’t back down. He marched right up to them, his eyes locked onto Victoria, who had suddenly gone completely pale.

"Dan? It... it can't be you," Victoria whispered, her voice trembling.

Tyler looked between them, thoroughly confused. "Mom, do you know this trailer trash?" he asked, his arrogance faltering. Dan spat on the ground, taking a step closer to the terrified woman. "Trash? Victoria, you should be careful who you call trash. Especially since half of the trust fund your son is bragging about belongs to my daughter, Nicole."

As Tyler gasped in disbelief, Dan pulled a crumpled, official-looking document from his jacket pocket. It was a certified copy of a will. "Your late husband was my brother, Tyler," Dan revealed, his voice shaking with years of suppressed rage. "Before he died, he left half of his estate to Nicole. But your mother paid off the estate lawyer to forge a new will and keep us in poverty while she lived in luxury."

Victoria trembled violently, realizing her web of lies was collapsing. But she quickly narrowed her eyes, a desperate, venomous look returning to her face. She stepped closer to Dan and whispered a threat that chilled Nicole to the bone. "If you present that document to the police, Dan, I'll reveal what really happened the night your wife died. Do you really want Nicole to know the truth about her mother?"

Dan froze, his face draining of all color. The leverage Victoria held seemed absolute, and the sudden silence in the parking lot was deafening.