“Your wife emptied your joint account and ran off with her rich lover,” she said.

Desmond never opened his banking app to check.

Not that day.

Not once in the next four years.

He preferred the version of the story where he was the one who’d been wronged, and to keep it he simply never looked — because some part of him already suspected that if he looked, he would not be the victim anymore.

Chapter 8 — The Fabricated Confession