beginning.
Because Ethan wasn’t just lying about Sophia.
He was moving money.
Large amounts.
Very carefully.
Very quietly.
Over eighteen months.
Consulting payments.
Conference reimbursements.
Travel expenses.
Shell invoices.
Most people would have missed it.
I didn’t.
Numbers tell stories too.
And Ethan’s story was ugly.
By four o’clock my attorney called back.
“Madison.”
His voice sounded different.
“What?”
“We need to talk.”
“How bad?”
A long silence.
Then:
“Much worse than infidelity.”
My stomach tightened.
“What did you find?”
“Transfers connected to Sophia’s company.”
I sat down.
“How much?”
