He Married a Forensic Accountant and Decided Fraud Was a Good Hobby. He Forgot Who My Father Was
Or the vendor relationship your own compliance department has been quietly investigating for six weeks?”
His face came apart.
“You — you went through my accounts?”
I watched the whole architecture of our marriage reorganize itself behind his eyes in those few seconds — watched him understand, all at once, that the woman he had spent two years condescending to had been, the entire time, precisely the kind of person built to take a man like him apart.
He had married a forensic accountant and told her she was being dramatic about the household budget.