“I knew the code.”
“That isn’t permission.”
“It was marital money.”
“No.”
Elena spoke calmly.
“The card was connected to an account held through her separate company.”
Adrian looked at her.
Then me.
“What are you doing?”
I walked back to the coffee table.
Picked up a final stack of papers.
And placed them beside the bank report.
“These are for you.”
He stared at the first page.
Then stopped breathing.
“Divorce?”
“Yes.”
Beatrice laughed.
Not because it was funny.
Because she thought it couldn’t possibly be real.
“You’re divorcing
