Chapter 11 - The Accountant’s Carefully Constructed Lies
Thursday evening arrived with Gregory rushing through the front door holding a bouquet of supermarket orchids and a takeout bag.
“Surprise, honey! I know you’ve had a rough week at the hospital, so I brought your favorite Thai noodles,” he announced cheerfully.
I forced a warm, affectionate smile, walking over to accept the flowers while inhaling his familiar cologne mingled with subtle vanilla.
“You’re so thoughtful, Gregory. How was the board meeting downtown today?” I asked innocently, setting the table.
“Oh, the usual boring tax code updates and audit preparations; numbers, numbers, and more numbers,” he sighed convincingly.
He kissed my forehead, acting the part of the devoted family man with terrifyingly smooth theatrical precision.
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“By the way, I have to fly to Chicago next Thursday for a three-day financial seminar,” he mentioned casually.
“That’s wonderful, babe. You always work so hard; you deserve a trip,” I replied, knowing damn well he was visiting Chloe.
