accounts over the past two years.”
He slowly raised his head, fear filling his eyes. “What are you saying?”
I pushed several wire-transfer receipts toward him. They showed repeated transfers to accounts I had never authorized—all made from a device registered to his phone.
Daniel froze.
When Paula placed the final bank statement on the table showing where the money had gone, the full betrayal became impossible to deny.
“Mariana, I can explain,” Daniel pleaded.
I had heard that phrase for years. People always say “I can explain” once they
