We were both high earners.
I owned an architectural-planning firm specializing in residential redevelopment and boutique commercial projects across Bellmere.
Adrian worked in commercial consulting.
Our lifestyle was comfortable but not extravagant compared with our income.
Yet our joint investment account kept shrinking.
Credit-card balances were higher than expected.
A property-insurance document for the Cedarcrest Heights house had been downloaded repeatedly from our shared cloud storage.
Then I found three reimbursements Adrian claimed were “client-related.”
All ended up at companies linked to Margaret.
I had not confronted him.
I wanted facts first.
That instinct had built my career.
Emotion tells you where to look.
Documents tell you what happened.
Adrian reached for the folder.
“Fine.”
I watched him close it.
Then he said:
