The Breakup Agency

flood of information on Kaitlin waiting on my phone-her family backgr

r and created a fresh social media profile, posing as a wealthy man intereste

her account as a "membership fee," adding a rose emoji to the message. She

ok the

ngly perfect love life. Her photos depicted a radiant young woman, glowing with happiness and luxury

zed traces of De

e restaurant. The next day, Kaitlin posted photos of herself dining at the same restaurant. The

Derek had taken her there, which meant half of

had shared photos of herself posing inside the same car-a red dress hugging her figure, oversized sunglasses perched

our shared earnings. Regardless of whose name was

y strained at best. Now, in her early twenties, she had parlayed her youth and looks into a

s enough to make m

have to use our money

eighth anniversary of

my father passed away suddenly from a heart attack. Overwhelmed with grief and unwilling to jeopardize the company's reputation, I hand

her prime, successful in both career and family. I even p

l stung like a crisp, sh

I divor

lifetime. Half of the empire would fall into the lap of a girl who brou

humiliation of watching Derek spend

way,

playing field. What if I

need

e

onship, but to

ered a secret organization in the

ing outside a discreet office named "En

d a baseball cap-Mr. Powell-greeted me an

d women. Each photo was accompanied by a brief bio-models, influencers, actors, and singer