No answer.
He tried again.
Still nothing.
Then he sent a message and waited, staring at the screen.
Finally, he threw the phone onto the counter.
“She has no idea what she’s doing.”
“Perhaps she has finally decided to think for herself.”
He turned toward me.
“What did you tell her?”
“The truth.”
His face hardened.
“You had no right.”
“To speak to another woman?”
“To interfere in my business.”
I stood.
“Your business has been taking money from our joint account and putting it into a company you control through your mistress. Your business has involved strangers coming to our house in the middle of the night. And your business has apparently become dangerous enough that you’re telling your wife to pretend she knows nothing.”
He stared at me.
Then he said something that made the blood drain from my face.
“You think this is about the money?”
I didn’t answer.
