Chapter 4 - Gregory’s Nervous Corporate Smile
Morning arrived with the harsh glare of autumn sunlight slicing through the sheer curtains of our master bedroom.
Gregory bustled around the walk-in closet, adjusting his expensive silk tie with his usual meticulous, obsessive precision.
“You’re leaving early today, Elena? I thought you had a late shift starting at noon,” he noted, not looking up from his mirror.
“Emergency rotation change at the hospital,” I lied smoothly, buttoning my crisp white nurse’s uniform.
“Besides, someone has to keep track of the household expenses since you’re always working late at the accounting firm.”
Gregory flinched slightly at my words, clearing his throat as he grabbed his leather briefcase from the mahogany desk.
“You know how tax season gets, honey; numbers don't balance themselves,” he muttered, kissing my cheek quickly before rushing out.
May you like
I waited until his luxury sedan backed out of the driveway before pulling my laptop onto the kitchen island.
It was time to find out how deep my husband’s financial deception and double life actually went.
Related Stories
