“What do you want?” he asked.
“I want you to leave the house tonight.”
His expression hardened.
“Our house.”
“The house my parents helped us buy and whose mortgage I have paid for the last six years.”
“You can’t throw me out!”
“I already packed your things.”
He stared at me.
“You went through my belongings?”
“You went through our marriage.”
His eyes dropped to the evidence spread across the table.
“Is this about humiliating me?”
“No. If I wanted to humiliate you, I would have invited your boss and asked about the conference.”
Fear crossed his face.
I noticed immediately.
“There was something else, wasn’t there?”
He shook his head too quickly.
Tessa pulled out her phone.
“He told his company he was visiting a client.”
Grant glared at her.
“How do you know that?”
“You sent me a screenshot of your calendar.”
His employer believed the trip had been business-related. Grant had submitted mileage and meal expenses from the resort town.
I had not known that.
I leaned back.
“You charged part of the vacation to your company?”
“It was only a few meals.”
“That sounds like fraud.”
“Rachel, don’t.”
For the first time that afternoon, he sounded genuinely afraid.
Then I understood how to use his deception to protect myself.
Not for revenge.
For security.
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