When I told her about the slap, she asked, “Camera?”
I nodded.
The security system had captured the entry hall.
“Good,” she said. “And the trust?”
“Still sole beneficiary. Eric signed the postnuptial acknowledgment.”
Maya smiled without humor. “Then they chose the wrong house.”
Six months earlier, I had discovered Eric moving money from our joint savings into an unfamiliar account. He claimed it was for “investments.” I hired a forensic accountant.
The truth was worse.
He had been paying Diane’s debts, covering Kyle’s gambling losses, and secretly guaranteeing a
