Four Minute Phone Call Exposed My Husband and My Best Friend
Margret Chen sat behind her walnut desk, her reading glasses perched on the bridge of her nose.
She did not look up immediately when I entered, which was her habit when she had bad news to deliver.
Instead, she took a small blue silk cloth from her jacket pocket and began polishing the lenses with slow, circular motions.
“Richard’s attorney has busy hands, Laura,” Margret said, her voice dropping into its familiar legal rhythm.
“He locked the joint accounts this morning,” I said, sitting in the green leather chair opposite her.
“He did more than that,” Margret said, putting her glasses back on. “An hour ago, I was served with an emergency motion.”
She slid a thick white paper envelope across the polished wood toward me.
“What is it?” I asked, though I already knew the answer.
“They are petitioning the court for an emergency review of your mental fitness,” Margret said. “They are using the records from that grief counselor Richard selected for you after your last miscarriage.”
I opened the envelope and looked at the first page, where my name was printed in bold black letters next to the word respondent.
