Paul Davenport sat alone in his glass-walled office above downtown and stared at the notification glowing on his phone. Another payday loan reminder had arrived, cold and cheerful as if it were announcing a sale at the mall. Amount due: $127,000.
Overdue: fourteen days. He cursed under his breath and let out a heavy breath. It was the fourth notice in less than an hour.
His total debt had already pushed past half a million dollars, and that did not include the wagers he had placed the night before, convinced he could win everything back before sunrise. Instead, he had lost another $80,000. Clare knew nothing.
His wife, Clare Davenport, owned a successful chain of senior living and care facilities across the state. She was respected, careful, and disciplined, the kind of woman bankers returned calls for and hospital administrators invited to charity dinners. She had no idea how far her husband had slipped during the past six months.
Paul had become frighteningly good at hiding the truth: a separate bank card for wagers, a second phone for collectors, and lie after lie about meetings, conferences, and overnight business trips. Clare trusted him completely, and he used that trust like a locked door between her and the truth. Yet what weighed on him most was not only the money.
It was Olivia Chambers, a twenty-two-year-old woman with wide brown eyes and a sweet, almost childlike faith in his promises. They had met three months earlier at a shopping mall outside the city, where she worked in a clothing boutique. Paul had gone there by chance to buy Clare an anniversary gift.
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