They say I'm a traitor. Maybe I am. All I know is I did what I had too...

David's POV

I'm pacing the office back fourth looking out over the smog sitting content in the city of Los Angeles, a million thoughts had been racing through my mind. I glance back to the computer with the numbers in the spreadsheet, and I know now that I can't handle the truth. I'm supposed to be making an honest man out of myself. I'm married, I look at the wedding band. I have a beautiful family. I look the photo of the four of us on our wedding day. The Parker boys and their beautiful mother, and wife. She was everything I wanted for the last six almost seven years. I swept her up off her feet... we... created lives from each part of us. I love her with every inch of my burning soul. I promised her a life of luxury, love, compromise.

I fall to the floor trying to catch my balance, and pull my knees to my chest. It had only been a few hours since it happened, but the news spread like wild fire, and the press reporters were on it like cockroaches in a dirty, trashy, hoarding mine fill.

Four hours earlier.

"Hello?" I answer the phone.

"David?!" It was my wife, and she was in a panic, as she should have been.

"Hannah, before you say anything, let me explain!" I said, in a calming demeanor.

"There is over ten million DOLLARS missing from my business account, David.... The news is saying that Xavier did this!"

Xavier was the manager over Hannah's salon. I feel my stomach churning. How was this actually happening?

"Tell me you had nothing to do with this, David!" Her voice filled with panic, she was yelling. I could tell tears were filling her eyes, and she was staring around the living room aimlessly because it's what she did when she was angry at me.

The churning stomach feeling turning into feelings of my stomach actually twisting, attempting squeeze the acid out, leaving it empty and dry. I'm pretty sure if that happened, I'd be dead... or need immediate medical attention at the very least. "I can't..." I barely spoke above a whisper.

"GOD, DAVID! WHY?! I... DO EVERYTHING FOR YOU! I TAKE CARE OF OUR CHILDREN, I WORK, I CLEAN, I KEEP UP WITH YOUR GOD FORSAKEN BUSY SCHEDULE.... I LEFT AND MOVED 500 MILES AWAY FROM MY ENTIRE FAMILY TO MARRY YOU...." Her voice was shaky, as she sobbed. "And now the entire WORLD knows you stole ten million dollars from my business account to cover your pathetic excuse for a record label."

They say I'm a traitor. Maybe I am. All I know is I did what I had too...

"I'm going to return every penny, Hannah...I promise. I'll make this right." I plead, my stomach gurgled. Maybe that was a sign that I needed to stop lying.

The line went silent, and I heard a scuffle as if the phone was rubbing against clothing.

Fuck. A duplicate voice of my wife, this only meant one thing. My sister in law had arrived at my home.

The scuffling noise came to a stop, and I half expected her to hang up on me.

"That money better be back in the account in 24 hours, Parker... or you're a dead man, and I will personally make sure of it." The woman's voice had a cunning edge to it.

Hayley... FUUUUUCKKKK!

"You are to come home, get your shit, and get the FUCK out of my sister's house... DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

I know I had no room to talk, but Hayley was never my number one fan anyway. "Who the fuck do you think you are trying to kick me out of my house, Hayley?"

"I will hunt you down, and stick a stiletto up your ASSHOLE if you don't come get your shit... and Hannah will be gone by the time you get here, she's going back to Sausalito where she can get actual help with the children..."

"THE FUCK SHE IS! I DEMAND TO SPEAK WITH MY GOD DAMN WIFE!" I yell. I gave zero shits at this point. Hannah was the one that wanted those children, and this marriage.... Life away from her family... independence! And god damnit, I gave it to her! I GAVE HER EVERYTHING! I'LL BE DAMNED IF SHE TAKES MY CHILDREN AWAY FROM ME.... I DIDN'T CARE ABOUT THE ACTIONS I TOOK FROM HERE... I DIDN'T CARE WHY SHE WAS LEAVING, OR EVEN LOOK CONSCIOUSLY AT THE FACT THAT I STOLE MILLIONS FROM HER....I DIDN'T CARE.

"GO TO HELL, DAVID! YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT, AND NOW HANNAH FINALLY SEES IT TOO! YOUR SHIT WILL BE OUT ON THE LAWN!" She was yelling back at me while my blood enraged, and every vein in my body popped up against my skin.

BEEP BEEP BEEP. She hung up on me.

Jumping to my feet, I scrambled to grab what I needed, my wallet, and my keys. I locked the office up, leaving the place a mess. Getting on my phone, I bark orders at my driver, and make sure he's outside as I'm getting on the elevator.

Those Montgomery bitches thought they had all the control... well guess what? I have ten million dollars of their money...and if they wanted it back, they would do what I said, or at least give me the information I needed to do it my damn self.