At 3:17 a.m., I Thanked My Husband’s Mistress on Company Slack—Then a 2:41 Login Led to My Inheritance
“I have known you for years.”
“Yes.”
“And now I’m a stranger who needs a lawyer to telephone?”
“No.
You’re someone who needs to explain records rather than tell me what they should mean.”
I ended the call and wrote down what I remembered.
I did not call it a confession.
She had described a rationale and disputed the implications.