“Fine,” he said.

There was, in that one word, a great deal.

It turned out, when the forensic accountants finished their work, that Luca had been using company funds to pay for Chloe’s apartment, for months, while the firm’s actual obligations went unmet and while I edited transcripts until two in the morning to keep our household afloat.

He had been funding his mistress’s life with money that a court would later rule was not his to spend.

It was not, in the end, my aunt who ruined Luca.