At My Daughter’s Wedding She Threw My Passbook Away Until The Bank Revealed The Truth

“That’s his official income,” Vincent said. “Unofficially, he’s been spending like he makes five times that.”

He laid out statements: a watch purchase that made my stomach tighten, a car lease, country club fees, dinners at restaurants where the wine cost more than most people’s weekly groceries. I studied the numbers carefully. A man living a life his paycheck could not possibly support.

“Where is the money coming from?” I asked.

“Offshore account in the Cayman Islands,” he said. “He’s been making wire transfers for the past eighteen months. Total moved: three hundred forty thousand dollars. From client accounts at Harris. He falsifies investment reports, tells clients their portfolios are performing normally while he siphons money into a personal account. Classic embezzlement scheme.”

Something cold settled in my chest. Not surprise exactly. Trevor had always been too smooth, too confident, the posture of a man who believed consequences were for other people.

But this was different from arrogance.

This was a crime.

“My daughter,” I said.