Chapter 3 - Unraveling the First Hidden Wire
I stood up slowly from my armchair, my body still aching from fourteen hours of unmedicated labor, but my mind sharper than ever.
“I didn't audit our accounts behind your back, Rowan; I was reviewing our shared tax liabilities when your mother's shell company popped up,” I replied calmly.
Rowan swallowed hard, his throat dry as he realized the magnitude of the trap he had walked straight into.
“It’s a legitimate consulting fee for Selina’s charity foundation events! It has nothing to do with me!” he lied desperately, waving a hand at the papers.
“Is that why the wire transfer went directly from our home equity line of credit into Selina’s offshore Cayman account last Tuesday?” I asked smoothly.
The color drained completely from Rowan’s face, leaving him looking like a ghost standing under the bright overhead lights.
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“You... you checked the equity line?” he whispered, his knees wobbling slightly against the edge of the coffee table.
“I checked every single transaction you authorized while I was sitting in the hospital waiting room having contractions,” I answered coldly.
