Nicholas stared at his wife as though she had suddenly become a stranger.
“You?” he whispered, his voice filled with disbelief.
Abigail’s voice trembled, yet it carried clearly enough for everyone in the room to hear.
“You used my charity fund to funnel defense money through fake recovery programs for soldiers,” she said.
Patricia’s face turned completely white as the realization hit that her entire world was collapsing before her eyes.
Gregory stumbled backward, lifting both hands as though trying to push away an invisible curse.
Abigail’s eyes brimmed with tears, yet she refused to break eye contact.
“I found the digital transfers after the last annual gala, and when I told Nicholas I was leaving him, that is when they locked me in the guest house,” she said.
Nicholas charged toward the hospital bed in blind fury, but he never managed to get anywhere near it.
