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

you doing here?”

“You invited me.”

“I invited you as a family friend.”

Naomi opened the slim briefcase beside her chair.

“I came as Mrs. Ashford’s counsel.”

Daniel looked at me.

“You hired a lawyer?”

“Six weeks ago.”

His face hardened.

“You knew?”

“I knew enough to remain quiet.”

Naomi placed two documents on the table.

“The first is notice of an emergency board continue reading …