Maybe Nathan had been lying to both of us.
And if that was true…
I needed to find out exactly what he had been hiding.
I walked toward the kitchen.
“Where are you going?”
“To get the bank statements.”
Nathan followed.
I opened my laptop.
Then I pulled up the transfer records.
I turned the screen toward him.
“Show me.”
He stared at the numbers.
“Show me where the money went.”
He remained silent.
Then I saw his hands begin to shake.
And I knew there was more.
Much more.
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THE TRUTH ABOUT NATHAN
I spent the next twenty minutes going through every transaction.
Rachel sat silently on the couch.
Margaret stood near the window.
Nathan remained across from me.
For the first time since our wedding, I had the strange feeling that I was looking at a stranger.
Not my husband.
A stranger wearing his face.
