My Husband Thought I Was a Beaten, Unemployed Wife. On January 2nd He Pulled Into My Parents’ Driveway and Found Out Who I Really Was
Two hours later, he called back, and his voice had the particular flatness he got when the numbers were bad.
“Sylvia.
Your husband didn’t just move marital money around.”
“I know.”
“No — listen to me.
The home-equity transfers match the deposits into Redpoint within forty-eight hours, every time.
He’s using your house to float his brother’s company.
He’s borrowing against your walls to feed the thing that’s taking the kickbacks.”