The pharmacy card doesn’t work.
Call me NOW.
I answered none of them. Instead, I saved screenshots, exported account statements, and created a timeline. Anger could be denied; documents could not.
My accountant had already discovered something worse. Daniel had been using company funds for luxury dinners, hotel rooms, and gifts, then labeling them as client development.
One receipt was for a diamond bracelet.
Another was for a weekend suite in Charleston.
I knew exactly who had received both.
His assistant, Vanessa.
“These deductions could create tax exposure,” my accountant said. “And misuse of funds may trigger repayment provisions.”
Daniel had chosen the wrong woman to underestimate.
For years, he treated me like the quiet wife who signed documents without reading them. Before I married him, I had worked in corporate compliance. I knew which records mattered and how arrogant people could bury themselves when they believed nobody was watching.
