business.
One false invoice could raise suspicion.
Dozens could form an organized scheme.
“How bad?”
“I don’t know.”
He tapped the documents.
“And until I do, don’t assume anything.”
For the first time that week, someone urged me not to imagine the worst.
I appreciated it.
Unfortunately, the worst possibility kept gaining evidence.
The second laptop was password-protected.
I didn’t try bypassing it.
Margaret had warned me against doing so.
Instead, she arranged copies of records I legally possessed and began protecting my undisputed assets.
Although we’d purchased our house during marriage, $1.6 million of its down payment came from my father’s inheritance, separately documented.
Several paintings had belonged to my mother.
Our dining table came from my grandmother.
Much of the furniture was purchased from my inheritance account before the funds became mixed.
Margaret wasn’t focused on punishing David.
She wanted to prevent assets from disappearing.
Within forty-eight
