I glanced at him. “You knew about this?”
“Not the company money,” he said. “I only knew about her lies.”
At the table, Andrew finally saw me.
I will never forget that moment.
His eyes met mine across the room, and I watched realization hit him in layers. First confusion. Then shock. Then the rapid calculation of a guilty man trying to decide which disaster to address first—his wife or his job.
“Claire—” he said.
I walked toward him before I even realized I had decided to.
Vanessa looked from him to me, then to Daniel, who had followed a couple of steps behind. Her expression shifted too. Not quite shame. More like the panic of someone realizing her private lies had just become public.
“Don’t say my name like we’re having a normal conversation,” I told Andrew.
Every table around us had fallen silent. A waiter stood frozen near the bar holding a bottle of wine.
Andrew stood. “Claire, I can explain.”
I let out a short, broken laugh. “Really? Start with the anniversary text. Or maybe explain why our marriage is funding your affair.”
Vanessa’s head snapped toward him. “Your marriage?”
He closed his eyes briefly. That was enough.
She stepped back like she’d been shocked. “You told me you were separated.”
Of course he did, I thought. Of course he used the same lie everywhere.
Daniel looked at her with open disgust. “And you told me you were in Boston for a marketing conference.”
She opened her mouth, then closed it again.
The investigator, whose name tag read Melissa Kane, remained composed. “Mr. Bennett, we need your company phone and access card immediately.”
Andrew ignored her and reached toward me. “Claire, please. Let’s not do this here.”
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