“You trusted your husband,” Colette said gently.
“That’s not the same as being a fool.”
The kindness of it nearly undid her.
Colette tapped her pen against the list of transfers to the consulting company.
“Do you know this woman?
Cheyenne?”
“I saw her name once.
In a text.”
“Your husband has been moving large sums, for about a year and a half, to a company tied directly to her.” Then she asked Gretchen for something hard: not to confront Joshua at all.
No outbursts, no threats, no arguments.