My Husband Gave My Airplane Seat to His Secretary, Then Thirteen Original Patent Files Stopped Him Cold

“I needed you to look closely at him.”

I tapped my wedding ring against the laminate of the table.

The metal made a dull thud that cut through the low hum of the diner refrigerators.

“You made a scene on the jet so I would get angry.”

“I needed you separated from him,” Clara said.

“I needed you to start asking questions.”

“You risked your job to push me into a corner,” I said.

“My job is a cover,” Clara said.