At 3:17 a.m., I Thanked My Husband’s Mistress on Company Slack—Then a 2:41 Login Led to My Inheritance
We couldn’t know what you would do next.”
“The attempted transfer was at two forty-one.
The message was at three seventeen.”
Silence.
I had not raised my voice.
I had simply placed the events in their order.
“This is why we should discuss it privately,” she said.
“Your lawyer can speak to mine.”