He Married a Forensic Accountant and Decided Fraud Was a Good Hobby. He Forgot Who My Father Was

He had spent a week handing me my own liberation, one contemptuous text at a time, certain the whole while that he was breaking me.

He was, in fact, deposing himself.

Chapter 9 — Compliance Flagged It

On Sunday night, my father opened his tablet at the kitchen table and turned it toward me.

“There’s something you should see,” he said.

“And I want you to know before you see it that I had nothing to do with starting it.”

Rowan’s department was already under internal review.

An acquisition he had personally championed — pushed through, taken credit for — involved a vendor connected to his mother’s LLC, a relationship he had never disclosed.