Renata opened another folder. “For fourteen months, your husband has been moving money from his firm through accounts opened in your name,” she said. Nearly $1.4 million had passed through them, and every transfer appeared to lead back to me. My signature covered documents I’d never seen. Across the restaurant, an officer was already reading Damien his rights while the pregnant blonde woman beside him backed away in shock.

Then Julian leaned toward Renata. “Show her the last one.” She placed a single sheet on the table. It was a life insurance policy issued only a month earlier—$2 million on my life. My signature was there too, forged perfectly. I searched for Damien’s name under beneficiary, but it wasn’t there. I read the actual name twice before looking toward the pregnant woman in the booth. Suddenly, the affair wasn’t the most frightening thing I’d discovered that night.

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