Sloane Hayes Kept Track of Every Dollar Before Her Husband Ever Signed the Apex Account

I sat holding the new bank security slips while the rain pounded on my windshield.

The security slips were still folded in my coat pocket when the corporate statement loaded at eight the following morning.

The screen was the only light in my home office, and the house was silent except for the refrigerator.

A thirty-thousand-dollar authorization hold from The Apex Club sat at the top of the page, dated that Monday.

It wasn’t a charge.

It was a hold.