In the tenth, she called me selfish.
In the eleventh, she was just crying.
I listened to every single one.
I didn’t answer any of them.
Then Nina set a new document down on the coffee table in front of me.
“Howard found something else,” she said. “He sent it an hour ago.”
I picked it up.
Richard hadn’t planned to use all eight hundred thousand dollars to save his company.
Three hundred thousand had been marked for the catering company’s overdue debts.
The other five hundred thousand had been set to go into a brand-new account. A personal account. Opened four months earlier, in Richard’s name alone, at a bank in Maryland I’d never heard of.
I read it twice.
“He was leaving me,” I said.
“Yes,” Nina said quietly.
“He was going to take my money, patch up the company just enough to look okay, hide the rest, and then file for divorce himself. Before I ever found out.”
