The laptop sat at the center of the table like a judge.

On the screen was footage from the lobby of the Grand Ellison Hotel, dated two nights earlier. Chelsea appeared first, wearing a cream coat and sunglasses. A man walked in behind her moments later.

Not Ryan.

His name was Trevor Blake, Chelsea’s former boss.

Ryan stared at the screen, confused at first, then slowly horrified.

Chelsea grabbed his arm. “Ryan, don’t watch this. Your parents are trying to poison you against me.”

I looked at my son. “Keep watching.”

The footage showed Chelsea and Trevor checking in at the front desk. Another clip showed them entering an elevator together. Another showed them leaving the next morning.

Diane covered her mouth. She hadn’t known everything. I had shielded her from the worst until I had proof.

Ryan lowered himself into his chair. “Chelsea… what is this?”

Chelsea’s voice rose. “It’s not what it looks like.”

“It looks like a hotel,” Diane said quietly.

Chelsea shot her a glare. “Don’t you dare.”

I opened the folder and pulled out the receipts. “The room was paid for using a credit card tied to the joint business account Ryan asked me to review last month.”

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