I watched my husband’s face and saw, for the first time in the years I’d known him, unmanaged fear — the specific fear of a man who has just understood that the story he told himself about his own cleverness was never true.

And that was only the surface of the water.

Chapter 10 — Three LLCs

Over four years, the forensic team found, millions of dollars had walked quietly out of Kingsley Technologies and into three private limited liability companies.

One belonged to Renata.

One was registered to Marguerite, my mother-in-law.

The third traced back to Ivan’s closest associate, the man who’d been best man at our wedding.

The wire memos were written in the bloodless dialect of the corporate expense: strategic consulting.