“I switched the cups, by the way,” I said. “I’ve been awake for every second of this. I watched you pack. I heard what you whispered. ‘Poor Camille. You never even saw it coming.'” I tilted my head. “I saw all of it coming, Garrett. I’ve seen it coming for six months. You just never once looked up long enough to notice me watching.”
“The accounts are frozen,” he said, desperate, clinging to the practical because the rest was too big. “Someone froze everything, the passport won’t— Cam, did you— what did you do?”
“I’ll tell you exactly what I did,” I said, “because you’re going to hear all of it eventually anyway, in a room with worse lighting.
“I found the affair in the spring. And then I found the f*rged signatures, where you signed my name to borrow against assets that were half mine. I found the hidden loans. I found the shell company you built under Bianca’s brother, and the money you funneled through it, and the voicemails where you bragged about emptying me out before the divorce. I found all of it, Garrett. Every dollar. Every lie.
