Offshore accounts.
Things handled quietly, carefully… illegally.
I didn’t need to understand everything to know it was wrong.
And suddenly, everything made sense.
The control. The pressure. The need for perfection.
Emily wasn’t just his wife.
She was part of an image.
A cover.
Then I heard the front door open.
They were back early.
My heart jumped into my throat.
I barely managed to close everything, put things back, and step out of the office before anyone saw me.
From that moment on, nothing felt the same.
I wasn’t just visiting anymore.
I knew too much.
And whatever I chose to do next…
wouldn’t just affect me.
It would change everything for Emily…
and for her children.
