Megan’s lips parted, but no sound came out.
Andrew recovered quickly — he always did. “I can explain.”
“Oh, I’m sure you can,” I replied evenly. “But before you start, there are a few updates.”
Right on time, his phone buzzed. Then buzzed again. And again.
He glanced down.
Corporate card declined. Account frozen. Trading portfolio under investigation.
His jaw tightened.
“What did you do?” he demanded, the charm gone.
“I protected my company,” I said calmly. “And myself.”
Megan looked between us, panic rising. “Andrew… what’s happening?”
He ignored her. “You can’t just freeze accounts without telling me.”
“I can,” I corrected softly. “They’re in my name.”
Security approached quietly, standing just behind me.
Andrew’s expression shifted from anger to calculation. “Let’s not do this outside,” he said in a low voice. “We’re married.”
“Yes,” I said. “We are. Which makes your second marriage quite inconvenient.”
Megan gasped. “He told you?”
“No,” I said, pulling my phone from my bag. “You did.”
I pressed play.
Their voices filled the quiet street.
My spoiled wife.
We’ve been secretly married for two years.
I’ve been diverting funds.
The laughter.
Andrew lunged forward. “Turn that off!”