He froze.
“Your corporate banking authority was canceled yesterday.”
The color disappeared from his face.
“What did you do?”
“What I should have done months ago. I audited the company my father and I helped build.”
Mark backed out of the room without another word.
That night, I found a draft divorce agreement hidden inside his desk.
Beside it was a glossy brochure for a luxury retirement community in Florida.
Ofelia had circled an expensive corner suite with a balcony.
The required deposit was one hundred thousand dollars.
Minutes later, Andrew sent me a wire receipt.
Brenda had transferred exactly one hundred thousand dollars to Ofelia’s account two weeks earlier.
Sunday arrived.
Our dining table was covered with expensive food, wine, and catered desserts.
Ofelia proudly announced that everything was meant to celebrate “a fresh chapter.”
Julian arrived with his wife.
Margaret came shortly afterward.
Mark barely spoke.
He checked his phone every thirty seconds.
