Then Eric’s voice cut through the air. “And once Clara lands at Charles de Gaulle, I’ll lock our joint accounts and claim it was a security freeze. I’m filing for divorce on Monday. If she fights it, we tell the court she was siphoning funds and ran off to Europe without telling anyone.”
Eleanor let out a soft, bitter laugh. “After everything this family has done for her, learning to share won’t kill her.”
My hands shook, but my brain took over. I pulled out my phone, opened the voice memo app, and pressed record.
I didn’t cry. I didn’t burst out of the bathroom. I didn’t slam the door.
I just kept listening.
And then Richard asked a question that completely rewrote the betrayal I thought I was uncovering.
“What are we doing about the $480,000 that was already drained from her secondary accounts over the last two years?”
