Trinity no longer looked at me with admiration. She looked at me like I was a sinking ship.
“You told me you were untouchable,” she whispered. “Were you lying about the money too?”
I could not answer.
As soon as the plane reached the gate, panic took over. I unbuckled my seatbelt and hurried toward Dakota near the front.
“Dakota, wait,” I pleaded, grabbing her arm.
She looked down at my hand as if it disgusted her.
“Do not touch me.”
“Please,” I said. “I can explain.”
“No,” she replied quietly. “You are not speaking to the loyal wife you thought you controlled. You are speaking to the woman who financed your entire life and is now ending it.”
My throat tightened.
“The accountants are already tracing every fake business trip and every withdrawal,” she continued. “The audit is with the authorities. By the time you step off this plane, your cards will be useless, your business accounts frozen, and the city home placed under legal review.”
“You would not do that to me,” I whispered.
Dakota’s eyes hardened.
“You cheated on your wife, Adam. But worse, you stole, forged, and lied your way through our assets. That is not a marriage problem. That is a criminal one.”She stepped away.
When the cabin doors opened, I walked into the arrival hall with Trinity beside me.
But no driver was waiting.
Two men in dark suits approached.
“Adam Gibson?” one asked. “We have a warrant related to financial fraud and corporate embezzlement.”
Trinity did not defend me.
