My Husband Sold My Two Million Dollar Land For Five Dollars To His Girlfriend
Marcus finished with his glasses, slipped them back over his ears, and adjusted the silver belt buckle of his own trousers before leaning toward me.
“The state is ready to present the bank manager’s audit,” Marcus said in a low, even tone.
I nodded slowly, keeping my hands flat on my lap so Samuel would not see them shake.
The prosecutor, a tall woman named Henderson with her hair pulled back into a tight bun, stood up and laid a thick stack of blue-covered folders on the podium. She began with the forensic audit of our joint accounts, her voice echoing off the high ceiling as she detailed the forty-two thousand dollars Samuel had siphoned from the feed fund. She produced the exact dates of the transfers, matching them to the payments made on the silver Mercedes Samuel had parked in the feed store lot weeks ago.
A man in a dark gray suit, the court-appointed receiver, stood up from the back row and walked to the center of the courtroom. He cleared his throat and addressed the judge, holding a clipboard in his left hand.
