When My Husband Pocket-Dialed Me

I pressed the phone tighter against my ear.

Lydia lowered her voice. “And after that?”

“After that,” Mark said, “the money stays under my control for ninety days. By the time anyone starts looking closely, we’ll already be gone. Nashville, Tampa, somewhere warm. I don’t care. We’ll buy the house under a different name and let the lawyers fight over dust.continue reading …