“I need ten minutes with my wife,” he said.
“Your wife is represented by counsel.”
“This is a family matter.”
“It became a legal matter the moment you obtained her banking credentials without her permission.”
Richard glanced up toward the visible camera. “I didn’t take anything.”
“You photographed the credentials. Madison used them. The bank has the complete login records.”
“She misunderstood what I asked her to do.”
“What exactly did you ask her to do?”
His mouth tightened into a thin line. “I’m not discussing that with you.”
“Then there’s no reason for you to remain in this building.”
He stayed in that lobby for another twenty minutes anyway. First he called me directly. Then he texted, message after message. Then he simply sat on a leather bench with his head lowered, the way he used to when he was waiting for me to become the woman who couldn’t bear to see him uncomfortable for even a moment.
