“Not like this,” I told him.
“Not with your hands.
They’ll only use it against you.”
Because I had already understood the shape of the evening.
I wasn’t going to win this by hurting Marshall.
I was going to win it by making his own greed and fear do the work for me.
I turned back to my husband, and I let the CFO speak.
“Here is where we are,” I said.
“I have enough in this folder to hand a federal prosecutor a complete audit of every illegal dollar that has moved through your hands.
The moment I do, you don’t get a divorce lawyer — you get a defense attorney.