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

I’m sixty-four years old.

I’ll die in a minimum-security facility.”

“You built a lie,” I said.

“I was trying to secure our future,” Aaron said.

“The offshore account was for us.

I was going to surprise you after the gala.”

“You were going to run,” I said.

“You were going to let the board blame Daniel for the missing money, and you were going to leave me here to clean up the mess.”