My mind was a whirlwind of questions and emotions, and yet, I maintained my composure. The woman, the pregnancy, the lies—each piece of information was a jagged puzzle in the tapestry of my life. But I knew that clarity and precision were my greatest allies. I had to act, and I had to act wisely.
With a deep breath, I delved into our financial accounts, accessing statements and transactions with an unwavering focus. I scrutinized every charge, every withdrawal, tracing a pattern that had once been invisible. It wasn’t long before discrepancies emerged—unexplained expenses, cash withdrawals that didn’t align with his salary or our household needs. They were meticulously hidden, but nothing could escape my seasoned eye.
Next, I tackled his business accounts. As a senior accountant, I had the expertise and access to connect the dots. The paper trail led to a small construction project listed as a joint venture. The partner? A name I didn’t recognize, but one that I now suspected was connected to the woman at the hospital. It was clear that Rodel had been siphoning off funds to support this other life.
