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

A petition for legal separation.

A formal notice disputing the forged guarantee.

A demand for the preservation of every financial record.

Rowan stared down at them as though the paper itself had bitten him.

“You can’t do this,” he said.

“I already did,” I said.

“Days ago.

You’re just now catching up.”