jaw tightened. “You’re embarrassing me.”
“You moved two people into my house behind my back. Your mother struck me. You watched. Then you told me to leave. But you’re embarrassed?”
Kyle stopped smirking.
Maya handed Eric a folder.
“What’s this?”
“Petition for legal separation,” I said. “And notice that our joint accounts are frozen pending review of unauthorized transfers.”
His face went pale.
Diane stared at him. “What transfers?”
That was when his performance fell apart.
I continued. “The $42,000 you sent your mother. The $63,000 covering Kyle’s
