At my husband’s party, he brushed past me and whispered, “Go home. She belongs beside me tonight.” His mistress stood nearby. I straightened my dress, met his eyes, and said, “I’ll stay for the announcement.”
“Your choices involved nineteen invoices from a consulting company registered to your brother.” The color drained from her face. For six weeks, Northstar’s forensic team had been reviewing Aurelia’s books. We found recurring consulting...