Her expression became increasingly serious.
“Mrs. Bennett,” she said carefully, “are you certain?”
“Absolutely, Your Honor.”
Then I opened my purse.
“However, before we discuss signing, I believe the court should examine what my husband attempted to conceal.”
Daniel stopped smiling.
Three weeks earlier, I had uncovered evidence of something far more serious than an affair.
And while my marriage was beyond saving, the evidence had been carefully preserved.
The truth was that Daniel’s plan had started long before we entered the courtroom.
Six months before the hearing, he had begun showing an unusual interest in the financial structure of my business.
One evening at dinner, he asked a question that seemed harmless at first.
“Who controls the operating accounts?”
I looked up.
“Why?”
“Just interested in my wife’s success.”
He smiled and kissed my forehead.
En ese momento, quería creer que él estaba siendo de apoyo.
