I sat up, my ribs screaming in protest, and looked my husband in the eye.

“Ask him about the smoke detector, Liam,” I whispered.

Ethan’s face went from pale to a sickly, translucent white. He looked up at the ceiling of the hospital room, as if expecting to see a camera there.

“The kitchen, Ethan,” I said. “It was a 4K feed. The police already have the footage of you using the rolling pin. They also have the footage of you searching my desk for the audit files while I was unconscious on the floor.”

At that moment, the police officer entered. He wasn’t alone. Behind him were two detectives from the Financial Crimes Division.

“Ethan Vale?” the officer asked. “You’re under arrest for aggravated assault and coercive control.”