into an overseas holding structure.
The transaction never completed.
Internal controls stopped it.
But the supporting authorization contained my signature.
Again.
I had been in another state on the date it was supposedly signed.
PART 23
Daniel’s attorney contacted Rebecca two days later.
Suddenly Daniel wanted to “resolve the misunderstanding privately.”
Rebecca read the letter.
Then looked at me.
“Do you want reconciliation?”
“No.”
“Do you want revenge?”
I thought about it.
“No.”
“What do you want?”
“My company protected.”
“And personally?”
I looked at my wedding ring.
“A divorce.”
PART 24
I removed the ring that afternoon.
Not dramatically.
No throwing it into a river.
No smashing photographs.
I placed it in a small envelope and put it in a drawer.
Six years of marriage deserved more thought than a theatrical gesture.
Even a bad marriage had contained real mornings.
Real dinners.
Real laughter.
That was what made betrayal betrayal.
