“I’ll handle the household,” I said.
Patricia’s smile returned.
“I knew you’d understand.”
Oh, I understood perfectly.
What none of them knew was that before marrying Daniel, I had spent eight years as a forensic accountant specializing in family trusts, corporate fraud, and asset concealment.
And three weeks before our wedding, my attorney had discovered something interesting while reviewing the prenuptial agreement Daniel’s family insisted I sign.
The mansion Patricia treated like her private kingdom wasn’t actually hers.
Neither were several of the companies funding her luxurious lifestyle.
They belonged to a family trust.
A trust whose newest controlling beneficiary, following the death of Daniel’s grandfather six months earlier, was Daniel.
And because Daniel had secretly used trust assets to secure personal debts without disclosing them to the trustees, one formal complaint could freeze everything.
I smiled at Patricia.
