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I opened my laptop, accessed the business account, and downloaded three years of statements showing Marjorie’s personal purchases. Then I forwarded everything to Nolan, his attorney, and mine.
Nolan saw the email almost instantly.
“What did you just send?” he demanded.
“Lena.”
“You have two choices,” I said calmly. “Either you pay the restaurant tonight, or you explain to your attorney why your mother used my business account for personal spending during divorce proceedings.”
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