“Ms. Reed, I wasn’t aware Mrs. Bennett had retained representation.”
“She has.”
“We should probably discuss several documents before your client makes accusations that could damage Mr. Bennett professionally.”
Samantha’s face went cold.
“Was that a threat?”
“No.”
“Wonderful. Then we won’t have to discuss it again.”
She disconnected.
I stared at her.
“He already has a lawyer.”
“Yes.”
“Why so fast?”
Samantha looked at Richard.
“Because innocent husbands caught cheating call marriage counselors.”
Rachel finished the thought.
“People expecting financial investigations call lawyers.”
I looked down at my sleeping phone.
Then it lit again.
Not Daniel.
My bank.
FRAUD ALERT.
A transfer request for $87,500 had been initiated from our home-equity account.
Twenty-three minutes earlier.
I showed Samantha.
She swore.
Richard stood.
Rachel immediately called someone.
I stared at the transaction.
Our house.
Dad’s house, in my heart.
Our daughter’s future.
Daniel was moving money while I was recovering from emergency surgery.
Samantha leaned over me.
“Claire, I need you to answer carefully.”
“Okay.”
“Did you authorize that transfer?”
“No.”
“Do you know where it’s going?”
I opened the details.
Recipient:
VC LEGACY LLC.
The company Rachel had said belonged to Vanessa.
I stared at the screen.
Daniel wasn’t just protecting himself.
He was still sending money to her.
After the kick.
After the emergency delivery.
After Emma entered the NICU.
After everything.
Something inside me finally stopped grieving my marriage.
I handed the phone to Samantha.
“Stop the transfer.”
She looked at me.
“And Daniel?”
May you like
I looked through the glass toward the hallway beyond which my daughter slept in a neonatal intensive-care unit.
“Stop him too.”
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