My Husband And His Secretary Stole Everything. Her Husband Offered $8 Million. I Immediately...





After my husband and his closest secretary stole everything from me, her husband came to see me.

He did not call first. He stood on the porch of the rented duplex I had moved into eleven days earlier, in a gray overcoat that cost more than my first car, holding nothing. No flowers, no folder, no apology on his face.

"Mrs. Whitmore," he said. "I'm Martin Pruitt. Vanessa's husband."

I knew the name. I had typed it on a hundred invoices over six years. Pruitt Packaging had been one of our biggest clients.