At 3:17 a.m., I Thanked My Husband’s Mistress on Company Slack—Then a 2:41 Login Led to My Inheritance
Douglas turned back to me.
“There’s one other thing.
The Slack message.”
I waited.
“Preserve it.
Don’t keep posting.
It isn’t a filing, and it doesn’t establish the underlying facts just because people reacted.”
“I know.”