was wealthy.
He didn’t know how wealthy.
I had deliberately kept that world separate after my mother died. I wanted a marriage that had nothing to do with family money.
Instead, I had married a man who mistook privacy for weakness.
Dad placed a folder on the counter.
“I had Martin review everything.”
Martin Shaw had been our family attorney for twenty-seven years.
The folder contained bank transfers, emails, and credit-card statements.
For months, Daniel had secretly withdrawn money from our joint account and sent it to Vanessa.
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