“Fair.”
That took some of the force out of me.
“Fair?”
“Yes. That’s fair.”
I heard papers rustle on her end.
“I’ll email you what I have. Flight details. Lease records. Screenshots. Messages Melanie showed me before she cut me off. Some financial information, though not enough.”
“How did you get my email?”
“Lucas gave it to Melanie.”
I closed my eyes.
Of course he had.
Not because he wanted us to speak. Because he had probably shown Melanie carefully selected messages from me, curated proof of the wife he had invented.
“Send it,” I said.
“And Anne?”
“What?”
“Check your joint account again.”
My eyes opened.
“Why?”
“Because the wire request Lucas scheduled might already be pending.”
I ended the call without saying goodbye and ran back to the study.
The banking site asked me to log in again.
My fingers were less steady now.
Password.
Security code.
Account summary.
For one merciful second, the balance still read $720,000.00.
Then I clicked into activity.
There it was.
Pending transfer: $350,000.00
Scheduled for processing at 5:00 p.m.
Recipient: Desert Horizon Property Holdings.
My ears began to ring.
Not the full amount.
Not yet.
Just enough for a down payment, perhaps. Or furniture. Or a business account. Or whatever story he had told himself made it acceptable.
I looked at the time.
3:42 p.m.
I called the bank.
The hold music felt endless. Cheerful piano notes played while my marriage collapsed in scheduled transactions.
When a representative finally answered, I explained as calmly as I could that I needed to stop a pending transfer from a joint account.
“I can certainly look into that for you,” the woman said in a polished voice. “May I verify your identity?”
I answered questions.
Mother’s maiden name.
Last four digits.
Security phrase.
Then silence while she reviewed the account.
“I do see the scheduled transfer,” she said. “Because this is a joint account, either account holder can initiate transactions. However, since it has not processed, I can place a temporary hold pending fraud review.”
“Do that.”
“I’ll need to ask whether you believe the other account holder is acting fraudulently.”
I looked at the wedding photo on my desk.
