“Your mother is gone. Tears won’t bring her back—so wipe your face, make dinner, and don’t look like a grieving child when my guests arrive.” That was what my husband said.

The screen clearly displayed a series of figures and transactions he had kept hidden behind piles of false financial reports. Mark thought he was smart. He thought he could cheat the company’s audit system by dividing large expenses into small receipts under headings like operations expenses or client entertainment. But he had forgotten that the company he worked for had been founded by his late mother-in-law, and its oversight systems were far more sophisticated than his twisted mind. Mr. Harrison pointed to the tablet screen with an accusing finger. He began to break down Mark’s sins one by one in front of his wife and his mistress. The president’s voice was monotonous but sharp, tearing apart the last vestiges of Mark’s pride.