“That’s impossible.”
“Not according to the records.”
I stood.
“What’s the connection to Ryan?”
“We’re still tracing that.”
Then Daniel said something that made my blood run cold.
“Addison, there’s something else.”
“What?”
“Lawson Strategic Holdings has been receiving regular transfers from Vance Development.”
“How regular?”
“Monthly.”
“How much?”
“Between two hundred and four hundred thousand dollars.”
I stared at the wall.
“For four years?”
“Yes.”
I did the math in my head.
Daniel didn’t need to say the number.
Nearly fifteen million dollars.
My husband hadn’t simply cheated on me.
He had been financing another life.
For years.
Using money from the company he claimed was barely surviving.
Using money from a business I had helped him build.
I remembered every time he had told me I was spending too much.
Every time he had refused a vacation.
Every time he had complained about his cash flow.
