“You weren’t careful,” a new voice spoke. Steven, my attorney, walked into the office with a calm, predatory grace. He held a silver tablet. “You were arrogant. You thought your wife didn’t understand the books because she didn’t talk about them. You forgot that Catherine has a Master’s in Forensic Accounting. She was doing your books long before you could afford a CFO.”
David fell into his leather chair, the air leaving his lungs in a ragged hiss. “She did this? All of it?”
“She didn’t ‘do’ this, David,” Steven said, leaning over the desk. “You did this. She simply gave the evidence to the people who care about it. The partners you lied to. The bank you defrauded. And the court you thought you could bypass.”
The door to the office burst open. Allison stood there, disheveled, her eyes red. “David, the real estate agent called! They’re putting a lien on the condo! They say it was bought with ‘tainted’ funds!”
David looked at her—the woman he had ruined his life for. “Whose child is it, Allison?”
She flinched. The smugness was gone, replaced by the raw, shivering fear of a grifter who had been caught. “I… it doesn’t matter now, does it? We’re losing everything!”
“It matters to me!” David screamed, lunging across the desk.
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