When I Refused to Pay for Dinner, My Husband Threw Wine in My Face. He Never Expected What I Did Next.

PART 4

Now I wondered how long he had been looking over my shoulder when I logged in.

I had never given him authority over the operating account.

But he knew the names of my clients, the rhythm of incoming payments, and the days I set aside funds for quarterly taxes.

I had taken that knowledge as interest in my career.

What if he regarded it as an inventory of what he could use?

I opened the transfer details more carefully.