finished.
I laid several bank statements across the coffee table.
“And this,” I said, “is the money you transferred to Vanessa.”
Vanessa’s mother stopped changing channels.
Daniel stared down at the documents.
“That was an investment.”
“Good,” I said. “Then you’ll enjoy explaining it.”
Vanessa’s confidence disappeared.
I looked straight at her.
“You targeted the wrong wife.”
Part 3
Daniel recovered from his shock quickly enough for anger to take over.
“This is insane.”
He tossed the divorce petition onto the table.
“You’ve been spying on me?”
“No,” I said. “
