The Wrong Son

Summary

My son had been kidnapped. The ransom was one hundred million dollars. When I went to wire the money, I discovered my husband’s executive assistant had frozen our accounts.

I stormed into his office to confront her. She tossed a check on the desk—it was for two hundred and fifty dollars.

Chloe smirked. “Maybe you could negotiate with them? Ask for a payment plan? I’m sure they’d be willing to return the kid in installments, too.”

Rage, white-hot and blinding, washed over me. I slapped her, hard, across the face. Then again.