I also learned why.
Toby and I, digging together through the financial records I had access to as co-owner of everything, found it.
Christopher was ruined.
The successful businessman I’d married had made a series of catastrophic investments, hidden them from me, and burned through most of his own money and a frightening amount of debt. He’d forged my signature on loans — Toby found those too. He was months from total collapse, from me discovering everything, from a divorce that my father’s ironclad prenup would have left him with nothing from.
He didn’t need me gone because he’d stopped loving me.
He needed me gone because I was worth twenty-four million dollars dead, and nothing to him alive.
I had become, to my husband of fourteen years, a math problem.
PART 4
The end came in a way I didn’t expect, and it came because Christopher, like all arrogant men, could not stand not knowing why his perfect plan had failed.
