Ten Minutes Before Our Wedding, My Fiancé Gave Away My Entire Career
“What’s in that envelope?” Paige asked.
“I don’t know yet,” I said, tracing the bank emblem printed on the front.
“Open it now,” Paige said, leaning over the back of the sofa.
“Not until I have official account statements in my hand Tuesday morning,” I said, putting the sealed envelope in my purse.
“If I break this seal without a witness, he’ll say I tampered with his private records.”
“He left another set of truck documents in his truck,” Paige said, looking out the window toward the curb.