Sarah seemed displeased by how calm I was. Her brows knitted and she opened her mouth to say something, but Simon was already pulling her into the car.
Once the sports car disappeared down the road, I took out my phone and called the finance department.
"Has the money come through?"
"Yes, Mr. Kaufman."
The corner of my mouth curved upward.
"Transfer it to the offshore account immediately. Then call the police and report the company for suspected illegal fundraising. File for bankruptcy protection."
Back at the apartment Sarah had set up as our marital home, I swept every matching couple's trinket she'd prepared into the trash. Then I booked the earliest flight out of the country.
I was about to walk out the door when it slammed open.
Sarah charged in, seized me by the throat, and pinned me against the wall.
"Roland, you played me!"
A vein throbbed at her temple. Her eyes were wide, blazing.
"You moved the money? And filed for bankruptcy yourself?"
My head was forced back against the wall. The pressure on my windpipe was suffocating, but I kept my gaze locked on hers.
"That's right."
"Your money, Ms. Delgado. I found it too dirty to keep."
Her grip tightened.
"You're asking to die!"