“Get a job, you lazy freeloader!” my husband yelled, throwing a newspaper in my face just weeks after I gave birth. I stayed silent, but secretly pulled our bank statements. When I saw where our $90,000 savings went, I smiled, called my attorney, and prepared a surprise that would ruin him…

and Fabian’s heavy snores echoed from the master bedroom, I slipped out from beneath the covers. It was time to unlock the desk he guarded so fiercely, unaware that the secrets hidden inside would blow our entire lives to ashes.

Chapter 3: Midnight Forensics

The digital clock on the microwave glowed an acidic green: 2:14 AM. I sat on the cold porcelain continue reading …