bank to extend his credit line.
I opened my phone.
“Not anymore.”
For the first time, his confidence faltered.
“You signed a commitment.”
“I signed a conditional term sheet. Your financial representations had to be accurate.”
“They are.”
I held up the flash drive.
“No, Daniel. They’re not.”
The color disappeared from his face.
The forged purchase orders overstated contracted revenue by almost two million dollars.
I had discovered them three days earlier.
Until that evening, I had planned to confront Daniel after our honeymoon because part of me still
