Texts, receipts, travel charges—it was all there.
“Why are you telling me this?” I asked.
Jake sighed.
“Because Ryan told them he could always come back home. He said he knows how to ‘handle you.’”
I looked at my children sitting around the breakfast table.
“I have six kids, Jake,” I said quietly. “I can’t hide this forever.”
“That’s why you should come,” he replied.
I asked my neighbor Lena to watch the kids and drove to the office.
Jake met me in the lobby.
“They found hotel bookings, expensive gifts, everything,” he said. “All tied to Amanda.”
Through the glass conference room walls, I saw Ryan pacing while HR sat across from him.
Then the door burst open and Amanda stormed in, furious.
She started shouting the moment she entered.
Someone slid a thick folder across the table toward Ryan.
He stopped talking immediately.
Twenty minutes later the meeting ended.
Ryan stepped into the hallway and froze when he saw me.
“Megan,” he said nervously. “This isn’t what it looks like.”
“I’m not discussing this here,” I said.
“You said you’d send money,” I added calmly. “I want that in writing.”
Before he could answer, a woman from HR stepped out behind him.