He Read His Mistress’s Love Letter at My Dinner Table. Then I Asked Him to Read the Bank Transfers.

dignity was another word for defeat.

I reached beneath the table and lifted a black leather folder.

I placed it in front of Daniel.

“Since we’re reading things aloud tonight, I brought something too.”

His relief disappeared.

“What is that?”

“Open it.”

“Vivienne.”

“You wanted honesty in front of the family.”

I gestured toward the folder.

“Let’s be honest.”

Daniel continue reading …