Four Minute Phone Call Exposed My Husband and My Best Friend
I stared at the black screen of the dashboard.
Whose name was actually on that secondary account, the one draining my funds?
“We just need her to sign the distribution papers,” Richard said.
“Once she does, we file the motion,” he said.
“We use the medical records from her clinic visits to show she is unstable,” Richard added.
“The prenuptial agreement won’t stand a chance in court,” he said.
A sharp beep sounded through the car.
The connection finally cut, and the screen reverted to the home menu.
My phone buzzed twice against the center console.
The first text was from Richard.
Stuck in a meeting with the Mercer group, honey, it read. Pick up some of that salmon for dinner? Love you.
The second text arrived a second later.
It was from Monica.
Thinking of you today, sweetie! Let us get coffee tomorrow, my treat.
I stared at the two names on the screen.
The silence that followed felt enormous, rain drummed on the roof, heavy and relentless.
