He was signing his executive shares over to me, as an investment, at my place.
He was supposed to sign the papers there.”
And there it was, the whole ugly shape of it, clicking into place in the middle of the corridor.
Carys had not merely been having an affair with my husband.
She had wanted his company equity, and she had wanted it signed over while his judgment was compromised — had gambled that she could tamper with him just enough to bend him, and had instead tipped him into a collapse that nearly ended him.
Greed with an unsteady hand.