Julian stared at me, realization dawning on him like a bucket of ice water. He had assumed that because I was quiet, tired, and holding a newborn, I was helpless. He had forgotten that before I took maternity leave, I was a senior financial analyst for a corporate firm.
I knew how to audit a snake.
He slammed the door as he left, disappearing into the chilly autumn night.
Over the next forty-eight hours, the true scope of my counter-strike began to unfold.
Julian had assumed he could retreat to Chloe’s apartment and weather the storm. What he didn’t know was that the private investigator I hired hadn’t just audited our personal bank accounts—he had audited Julian’s corporate expense reports.
On Tuesday morning, my attorney delivered a formal dossier to the executive compliance board of Julian’s firm.
