calm.
Not angry.
Calm.
I looked at Mark again.
“Who paid for the villa?”
He rolled his eyes.
“Claire, don’t start.”
“I asked you a question.”
“You paid the deposit. I took care of everything else.”
That answer mattered more than he realized.
For nearly a year, Mark had been encouraging me to move more of my consulting income into our joint accounts.
He called it trust.
I had started calling it suspicious.
Especially after I noticed repeated transfers to a development company connected to one of his old college
