My Husband Was Sleeping With His Secretary in the Back of His Car — I Found Her Lace Under the Seat and Said Nothing, Just Mailed It to Her Husband With Four Words, and Hours Later an Envelope Arrived at the Hospital That Exposed the Secret He’d Buried for Six Years

“And I don’t think your husband is only cheating on you.

I think he’s stealing from you.” I broke the seal and slid the papers out, and the first page stopped my breath.

It was our own company’s letterhead — Crestview’s — laying out a series of wire transfers I had never authorized, never seen, never signed.

I read down the column.

Over the previous six months, more than eighty thousand dollars had moved out of our accounts.

And nearly all of it had landed in one place: Brenda’s personal bank account.