Chapter 6 - CLARA’S ATTORNEY

Clara hired Rebecca Sloan.

I knew Rebecca by reputation.

She handled complex divorces involving hidden assets and professional misconduct.

She did not threaten publicly.

She filed quietly.

Three days after the hotel, I received the petition.

Dissolution of marriage.

Emergency preservation of assets.

Exclusive temporary possession of the marital home requested for Clara after childbirth.

Independent audit.

Prohibition against transferring funds.

The petition attached evidence of the nursery-account withdrawals.

Hotel charges.

Jewelry purchases.

False statements about income.

A sworn declaration from Patricia Sloan, the hotel director, described finding Clara after the confrontation.

A security recording showed me and Emily walking together.

My hand rested against the lower part of Emily’s back.

Clara stood beside the housekeeping cart several feet away.

The image looked exactly like the truth.

Rebecca requested reimbursement of marital funds.

Not revenge.

Accounting.

The distinction made the filing more dangerous.

I met my own attorney, Jonathan Price.

He read the petition.

“How much money did you spend on the affair?”

“I don’t know.”

“Find out.”

“Do not guess.”

“Do not hide one dollar.”

“I wasn’t planning to.”

He stared at me.

“You planned six months of false travel.”

“Do not become offended when people verify your honesty.”

The sentence echoed Naomi.

Betrayal made every impossible thing require verification.

Jonathan continued.

“Did you refinance the house?”

“No.”

“Did you open joint credit?”

“No.”

“Did you sign Clara’s name anywhere?”

“No.”

I believed the answer.

Then he displayed a personal line of credit.

Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars.

My signature appeared first.

Clara’s electronic signature appeared beneath it.

The account funded part of the travel, gifts, and investment losses I had hidden.

“I thought she signed.”

“How?”

“My financial adviser handled the documents.”

“Which adviser?”

“Thomas Greer.”

Thomas worked with the firm’s private-wealth division.

He sent signature packets through email.

Clara told me she had stopped opening financial messages because they made her anxious.

I had used that excuse to manage everything.

Jonathan asked:

“Did you ever confirm?”

“No.”

The line of credit was secured partly by our home.

Clara had been cleaning hotel rooms to save twelve-dollar increments while I had borrowed against the roof over her head.

Jonathan closed the file.

“Your affair may not be the largest problem.”

“What is?”

“If that signature was copied, someone committed fraud.”

“And if you knew, you committed it with them.”

“I didn’t know.”

“Then help prove it.”

I called Thomas.

His number had been disconnected.

His office was empty.

The wealth division said he resigned two days earlier.

Emily had worked closely with him on several expense matters.

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A larger structure began appearing beneath my personal lies.

I had been so focused on hiding the affair that I failed to notice people using my secrecy to hide other things.