Every year my husband went on a “men’s trip” while I played the perfect wife—until one year I followed him, took 11 photos, and uncovered a truth that was about to destroy everything

05. No one expected to see me. Patricia, my office manager, went pale when she looked up.

“Doctor… I thought you were resting today.”

“So did I.”

I closed my office door.

“Patricia, I need every payment to suppliers for the past four years. Invoices, wire transfers, contracts — everything.”

The color left her face.

“Everything?”

“Everything.”

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