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

“I told her the truth,” I said.

His eyes narrowed.

“Whatever you think you found—”

I held up the envelope, and he stopped speaking instantly.

Gertrude’s hand flew toward her pearl necklace in shock.

Then Spencer lunged forward.

“Give me that!”

The second officer stepped between us immediately.