Six months earlier, Daniel had locked me out of our house during a thunderstorm and told Noah through the gate, “Ask your mother why she lost everything.” Then he drove off in a car registered under a shell company I had once warned him not to create.
That was his mistake.
He thought I was angry.
I was working.
Before marriage and motherhood, I had spent years as a forensic accountant on federal fraud cases. I knew how men like Daniel hid money. More importantly, I knew how arrogant men slipped once they believed no one was watching.
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