Unmasking A Monster: My Husband's Lies

rt was hammering against my ribs, but I forced my face to rem

slightly. "My lawyer. I... I felt a s

looking for any sign of a lie

g out a soft moan. "I think

adable. Then, the mask of the loving husband slipped

ared me." He tried to help me up, his t

the bed. I leaned against t

actor. But I w

he fussed over me, getting me a glass of wat

was on the phone again. Not to my lawyer, but

Jenkins," I said, my voice steady and cold. "Financial records, shell corporations,

Ethan didn' t know about. An account my father had set up

delivered. The report was a thick binder,

assets, disguised as legitimate business expenses. Scans of the documents I had signed, the blank spaces now filled

d they had built a fortress

e spread out before me. There was no

thodical, ruthless, and with a clear objective. They wanted to

t was supposed to be a symbol of our love. I gathered every gift he had ever given me. The diam

tailored suits, his polished shoes, hi

, so full of love and hope. I looked at him, his arm around me, his smil

home, he found me in the l

r," he said, tr

so his lips met my cheek.

y shoulder. His touch made my skin crawl. He starte

you all day,"

et another signature, perhaps. O

ly. "I' m not in

efore he masked it. It was a tiny

he asked, his voice la

, walking towards the desk. "

had placed there earlier. It was a document I'

k to him, ho

asked, a hint of su

e same dismissive, easy tone he always used with me

he pen. "It

trying to figure out if this was a trap. He was the one

in the morning,"

insisted, my voice light. "Just s

. He was trapped. If he refused, he wou

rd corporate authorization form. He couldn' t see the fine print at t

ed for ano

he took the pen. "Of co

his signature

back, my expres

t signed a