There was a reason he never told her.
A reason he always avoided financial discussions.
A reason he insisted everything was under control.
He lied to her too.
The realization shattered her.
“What debt, Benjamin?”
He sank into a chair.
For the first time in years, he looked small.
Not powerful.
Not dominant.
Small.
Sandra opened the file.
“Current amount due.”
She slid forward the final page.
Margot picked it up first.
Her eyes widened.
