Then she opened the bank statements, and the blood seemed to drain from her face.
There were lavish restaurant bills, weekday hotel charges in downtown areas, and jewelry receipts from boutiques in the city center.
She found small, repeated transfers into a private bank account Elise did not recognize.
For eleven months, money from their shared life had been quietly disappearing from their marriage while she was busy working, buying groceries, and foolishly trusting a man who had already abandoned their life in every meaningful way.
Then persistent messages began appearing through the synced account.
Heather called her the lady of the house, as though Elise were nothing more than an outdated piece of furniture waiting to be removed.
Bennett had written to her, “She will never dare leave me because she likes the stability of this house far too much to walk away.”
The final message she read left her frozen completely still in her chair.
“Once I accumulate enough in the secret account, I will withdraw my half and leave her with nothing,” it read.
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