Transaction receipts, contracts for deals that would never hold up outside a kangaroo court, reports and graphic pictures of his men's work, files upon files about his enemies' businesses he was after. All carefully hidden by his entertainment company.
I transferred as much as I could to the flash drive, all while my heart pounded in my chest, knowing one of his men could walk in at any moment.
When the transfer was completed, I reached to pull out the flash drive, but something caught my eye.
It was a folder titled "Blueberry," a codename Nathan often used for important data or people.
I was nicknamed Blueberry in his organization, so I assumed it contained moments from our lives and opened it without a second thought.
My breakfast threatened to make a reappearance when I was greeted with thousands of intimate pictures and videos of Katherine and Nathan.
They dated back years, starting a couple of months after Nathan and I had started dating, and Katherine had gotten married to her husband.
Some were taken in random hotel rooms, but my eyes were drawn to the familiar layout of our bedroom and the very bed I went to sleep in every night.