Then I understood.
Daniel hadn’t just left me—he had been stealing from me all along.
That night, I didn’t go to my mother’s house. I knew that’s where he would look. Instead, I called an old friend, Tasha, who welcomed me without questions.
Later, while she slept, I logged into my company’s system.
At first, everything looked normal. Then I found it—monthly payments labeled “consulting services.” Too regular. Too large.
The company receiving them?
Owned by Daniel.
And the approvals?
My trusted accountant.
The truth settled in cold and clear.
He hadn’t just betrayed me emotionally.
