Chapter 82

Sarah's

Pov.

But the words felt hollow, empty. I looked back down at the file, trying to make sense of it all.

Back when we were married, Richard had been a closed book, and now, with these shadows from his past creeping in, I wasn't sure if I'd ever truly known him. Don't blame me.

As he sat there, I thought of reaching out to someone who could help me make sense of this mess.

Someone who might know the real truth about these deals, about the web Richard had gotten himself tangled in.

When he finally went upstairs, I picked up my phone and dialed an old friend's number. It had been years since I'd spoken to him, but he'd always had connections. Trust me to have loads of useful contacts, they always come in handy.

If there was a way to get to the bottom of this without Richard's help, I had to try.

"Hey," I whispered when he answered, my voice barely audible. "I need a favor."

I couldn't shake the guilt. But I told myself I was doing this for us. I needed to know the truth, and if Richard wouldn't share it all, I'd find it myself.

The house was quiet when I finally hung up the phone. I looked around, feeling that weird mix of guilt and determination swirl around in me.

but suddenly it felt a bit...

back into its envelope, feeling the thickness of it in my hands. This wasn't just paperwork-this was Richard's past, and now, I realized, maybe

that he hadn't told me about everything, just hints, it was like

was someone I hadn't

working for one of those big financial companies, the kind that digs deep into the kind

someone would take me seriously without making it more complicated. When I finally went upstairs, Richard was already asleep. Or at least, I thought he was, until I caught his eyes as they opened slightly, watching me. "You're up late," he murmured, his

said. I slipped into bed beside him, but there was that gap between us, filled with questions I couldn't ask without causing

Jason called me back. "Sarah," he said, getting straight to the point, "I think I found something. This

a contract tied to a few small firms. One of

"And... any chance you

to similar companies. Seems she's got a hand in a lot

in my chest. "Can you... send me what

me by that evening. I couldn't help but feel that tiny spark of hope-that maybe I'd finally get to the bottom of it, finally understand the whole picture. That

names, Richard's signature, Susan's name, and even James' scribbled into a few of

old business records. I felt a strange mix of anger and sadness seeing Richard's name alongside

tied to both of them,

pressure to confront him, to finally lay it all out.

came back later that night, I waited in the living room. He looked at me, noticing my serious expression, and his face

"What's wrong?" he asked.

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