Not seven thousand, or seventy thousand—seven hundred thousand dollars in marital assets that Connor had hidden away.

My first reaction was actually disbelief rather than anger. Connor was no criminal mastermind. He routinely forgot his computer passwords, lost important receipts, and once locked himself out of our own house three times in a single month. And yet, he’d somehow managed to pull off this massive deception.

“How did he even do this?” I asked.

Kenneth smiled slightly. “That’s the funny part.”

“I don’t see what’s funny about this,” I murmured.

“Do you know how most financial investigations like this start?” Kenneth asked. “Someone gets incredibly greedy.”

“That sounds exactly like Connor,” I admitted.