Four Minute Phone Call Exposed My Husband and My Best Friend
“That was before the final audit,” I said.
He leaned against the counter, his eyes fixed on mine. “Laura, you are letting your anxiety get the better of you again. We talked about this with your counselor.”
I looked at the silver pen resting on the black granite.
“I just need a day,” I said.
“We do not have a day,” he said, his voice dropping to a quiet, steady tone that felt like a hand pressing down on my chest. “The bank needs the signed authorization by nine tomorrow morning.”
His pen was poised, a silent demand in the quiet room.
I pulled my hand back from the table and touched the gold wedding band on my finger, turning it twice around my knuckle.
“I am not signing tonight, Richard.”
He did not put the pen down. He held it between two fingers, tapping the silver clip against his thumbnail with a dry, rhythmic click that seemed to mark the seconds.
“We discussed this with Margret,” I said, keeping my voice as level as I could. “She needs to review the final schedule of assets before I sign the transfer.”
