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

remained near the fireplace.

I waited.

The years had taught me that silence made arrogant men expose themselves faster than confrontation.

At last, he crossed the room and opened the folder.

The first page contained a list of wire transfers.

He scanned it.

His face changed.

Lila’s smile flickered.

“What is it?” she asked.

I looked at Daniel.

“Read.”

His eyes continue reading …