“Eleanor.” I kept my voice level.
“How long?”
“This is a private family matter,” she said.
“I am his wife.
I was his wife while I worked two jobs and paid his tuition and gave up my own medical degree so he could stand on that stage today.” I opened the envelope and held up the property document.
“Did you know about the apartment?”
Nathan’s jaw tightened.
“Where did you get that?”
“Did you know,” I said again, turning back to Eleanor, “that he used our joint emergency account to buy an apartment with her?”
Eleanor’s eyes moved to the document.
Something shifted in her face.
Not guilt exactly.
More like the specific discomfort of a person who had known one thing and was now discovering there had been more.
“You knew about Cassandra,” I said.
“But you didn’t know about the money.”
Nathan stepped forward.
His voice dropped.
“Put that away.
Right now.”
“Or what?”
