“Was it blocked?”
“Yes. The bank flagged it because of your request. We now have written evidence of attempted asset movement after discovery of infidelity.”
I almost laughed.
“He’s helping us?”
“He is,” Meredith said. “Men like him usually do.”
At 1:10 p.m., Chloe messaged me on Instagram.
Mrs. Morgan, I’m sorry. Ryan told me you two were separated. He said the marriage was only for appearances. He said you knew about me.
I took screenshots.
Another message appeared.
He told me the condo was his. He said you depended on him financially. He said he would leave you after the Denver deal closed.
I replied:
Send everything to my attorney.
Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again.
Finally, Chloe wrote:
Will I lose my job?
I stared at the question and felt something almost like pity. Not forgiveness. Not kindness. Just recognition.
Ryan had lied to both of us.
But only one of us had made vows to him.
That did not make Chloe innocent. She had rested her head in my husband’s lap. She had worn jewelry bought with marital money. She had smiled at me during company events while sleeping with the man who came home to me.
Still, she was not the architect.
She was the decoration he hung in a collapsing house.
I typed:
That depends on the truth you tell now.
