My hands were shaking, but I forced myself to hold the camera steady.

I printed the statements to the small wireless printer in the corner of the office.

The quiet whir of the printer felt incredibly loud in the empty house.

Each sheet of paper slid into the tray with a soft rustle.

I gathered them up and organized them by year.

The total amount diverted over four years was over two million dollars.

This was not just a marital dispute.

This was systematic fraud.

If the IRS looked into this, we would both be ruined.

If the partners at Lawson Vance Consulting found out, Ethan would be finished.

The firm had strict compliance policies regarding outside business entities.

A partner could not own an undisclosed consulting firm that did business with the main company.

It was a direct conflict of interest and a violation of their partnership agreement.

I realized then that I held his entire life in my hands.

I sat back on the floor, surrounded by the paper trail of my husband’s double life.

The rain was coming down harder now, streaking the window glass.