CLINT’S POV

As I held an almost finished cigarette in between my fingers, I stared at the pictures of my ex spread out on my study desk. They were all pictures of her in different places, going about her daily activities.

I had hired someone to investigate the whereabouts of my ex-wife. It was essential because I was trying to dig up and find some dirt on her. I hated how she had a chokehold on me, one I could not break free from. I needed leverage on her, and although it was not a decent ...