A new voice cut in. Steven, my lawyer, stepped inside with calm authority, holding a sleek tablet. “You weren’t careful—you were overconfident. You assumed your wife didn’t understand finances because she stayed quiet. You forgot Catherine holds a Master’s in forensic accounting. She managed your books long before you could afford a CFO.”
David sank into his chair, breath leaving him in a ragged exhale. “She did this? All of it?”
“She didn’t cause this,” Steven replied, leaning forward. “You did. She simply handed over the evidence—to your partners, the bank, and the court.”
The office door burst open. Allison stood there, disheveled and panicked. “David! The agent called—they’re placing a lien on the condo! They say it was bought with illegal funds!”..continue reading …
