I looked straight at Emily.
“Why is our old address connected to these payments?”
Her expression changed.
She looked as though she had been dreading that exact question.
“Because,” she said quietly, “the person receiving that money lived at that address.”
I shook my head.
“That doesn’t make sense. Daniel and I lived there together.”
Emily wiped her eyes.
Then she said something that made my entire body go cold.
“That person was living there long before you ever met Daniel.”
I stared at her, unable to speak.
Until that moment, I had assumed that any secrets surrounding my husband must have begun sometime during our marriage.
But now I was beginning to understand something far more disturbing.
Whatever Daniel had been hiding hadn’t started after our wedding.
It had begun years before I walked down the aisle.
And somehow, Emily had known enough to keep it from me.
