I did not place it on the table immediately.

“Arthur, what I am about to show you is difficult,” I said.

He watched me, his blue eyes calm but attentive.

“I’ve known you and your family for twenty years, Clara,” he said. “You can tell me anything.”

“This isn’t just about my marriage,” I said. “This is about the firm.”

His expression shifted, his professional guard instantly going up.

“The firm?” he asked.

“Ethan has been using company accounts for personal expenses,” I said.

I placed the folder on the table between us.

Arthur looked at the folder, then back at me.

“That is a very serious accusation, Clara,” he said softly.

“I have the documentation to prove it,” I said.

I opened the folder.

On top was a spreadsheet detailing travel expenses over the past eighteen months.

“These are flight records and hotel receipts,” I said, pointing to the first page. “Ethan claimed these were business trips to the Chicago and Boston offices.”

Arthur leaned closer, putting on a pair of wire-rimmed reading glasses.

“He was not alone on these trips,” I said.