MY HUSBAND’S CAR WAS COMPLETELY COVERED IN WOMEN’S LINGERIE WHEN I WALKED OUTSIDE
“Vanessa. Marcus’s wife. Your business partner’s wife. You’ve been having an affair, for months, with the wife of the man you own a company with.
And Marcus found out. That’s who sent this. That’s who decorated your car. A man who just discovered his wife and his business partner have been betraying him on the same Thursdays.
Do you understand what you’ve done? This isn’t just our marriage, Grant. You’ve detonated a business. Marcus isn’t going to want to be your partner anymore. And the company — the company you two built, that’s tangled together in ways you never bothered to understand because I’m the one who reads the paperwork—”
I stopped.
Because I’d just realized something, standing there in my robe, that Grant hadn’t, and wouldn’t for hours.
I knew the structure of that company better than either of them.
I’d helped set it up, years ago, as a favor, back when they were starting out and couldn’t afford real legal work. I’d written the partnership agreement. I knew exactly how tangled Grant’s finances were with Marcus’s, exactly what a furious betrayed partner could do, and exactly how exposed my husband was — because Grant had spent years treating the paperwork, and me, as background details.
My husband had cheated on me with his partner’s wife.
And in doing so, he’d put himself completely at the mercy of two people he’d wronged: Marcus, who held the business, and me, who held the knowledge.
He just didn’t know it yet.
