Four Minute Phone Call Exposed My Husband and My Best Friend
“I think it is time we put all of this behind us and sign,” I said, repeating the words slowly. “I cannot fight you anymore, Richard. I cannot have your lawyers calling my mother’s house, asking her about her memory. She is sixty-eight. This is putting her health at risk.”
A look of pure, unadulterated relief flashed across his face, so quickly he almost didn’t have time to hide it behind his mask of husbandly devotion. He reached out and took my hands, his fingers warm and firm.
“It is the right choice, Laura,” he said, his voice dropping to a gentle whisper. “I knew you would see that. I am only doing this to protect you. We can start fresh. We can build the firm, and we won’t have to worry about money ever again.”
The touch of his hands made my skin crawl, but I forced myself to leave my fingers limp in his grasp. I twisted my wedding ring slightly against his palm.
“I called Margret’s office from the road,” I said. “I told her we would be there tomorrow morning at ten o’clock to sign the final distribution papers.”
