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at myself,” he finally said, embarrassed and yes, ashamed to admit it.
    â€œAt yourself? Why?”
    How the hell did you admit to marrying someone because you were too naïve to see past the bullshit they fed you? That you weren’t man enough, didn’t have experience, enough to know women like Victoria only cared about what you could give them? Afraid Lizzy would see him as a pathetic loser, he said only, “I married her.”
    She seemed to buy his excuse and dropped the subject. “So, what are we doing here?” She indicated the screen with her thumb.
    â€œI have Victoria’s e-mail password. I was about to go online and verify that she hadn’t changed it when you rang the bell.”
    â€œConsidering she was unfaithful, wouldn’t she have something that she didn’t want you to see?”
    â€œMaybe. But she’d been getting away with her affairs right under my nose. She had no reason to think I ever or would ever read her e-mail.”
    He brought up her account and typed in the password. He grinned at the long list of e-mails. “Jackpot.”
    Lizzy squinted at the screen, then at him, and back at the screen. “There are a hundred and five thousand e-mails here. A hundred and five .”
    She was right. He clicked the arrow button and went directly to the first e-mail, reading the date. “They start just after we got married.”
    Their marriage had drawn a lot of attention and been dubbed beauty and the geek. He hadn’t cared. They could call him what they wanted. He had Victoria. Or maybe he’d refused to examine it closer, afraid he’d start to question why she’d chosen him. Reality was he’d been stupid and willing to put his head on the chopping block for her to hack at.
    â€œIt doesn’t look like she had a separate account for her fan mail. Would you like something to drink?” They were going to be here a while. However, he could think of worse things than spending an evening with Lizzy close by, looking over his shoulder as he opened all these e-mails. It was stupid and childish and he didn’t give a shit.

Chapter Three
    â€œA drink?” They were going to be at this for hours, hours of reading other people’s adoration of a woman, she, quite frankly, never liked. Victoria had been Duncan’s wife, Lizzy’s best client’s wife, and as such had treated her accordingly, cordially and respectfully. Then the affair—affairs—made headlines and the gloves, so to speak, came off. She never told Duncan what a dumb fuck he’d been for marrying the blond bimbo because it wasn’t her place, but nor did Lizzy have to pretend Victoria didn’t make her gag. As she would, looking at all this fan mail.
    â€œWe might be here a while,” he explained with such sincerity Lizzy knew it for bullshit. He didn’t seem as annoyed as one should be when learning his wife was an e-mail hoarder and they’d be at this longer than they’d thought. Why?
    â€œThanks, but I don’t need anything. So, where do you want to start? First or last?”
    â€œLast,” he said without pause. “I think if we’re going to find something it will be in her final e-mails. Don’t you?”
    â€œRight,” she said. “Last it is. Start clicking.” Who knew, maybe they’d get lucky.
    An hour into the search they realized it wasn’t going to happen. And Lizzy’s gag reflex had started to revolt. “This is all fan mail,” she said, impressed she hadn’t choked on fan.
    â€œYou’re right.” He pushed the laptop aside and banged his forehead on the polished mahogany. “If these people only knew the real Victoria.” He turned his face toward her, his head still on the desk, admittedly looking really cute. “She never showed her true colors until after I caught her cheating.” He sat up. “That woman would have kicked a