CHAPTER 40
I THOUGHT I’D cry, but I was so angry I’d gone beyond tears. Half of my trust fund was gone. I wanted to hit something, preferably my soon-to-be ex-husband.
“How could he do this to me, Pip?”
She handed me a cup of tea. It should have been wine—no, gin—but the bump-to-be dictated otherwise.
“You think it was Douglas?”
“Who else would it have been? The card and PIN number got delivered to the house last April, and Douglas always opens the mail.”
“Don’t you have a maid? Perhaps it was her?”
“Manuela took last April off to visit her family.”
I’d given her permission, and Douglas had been furious. After the argument, I’d ended up doing more cleaning than Manuela normally did for the whole time she was away.
“You know, I always thought Douglas was slimy, but this?” Pippa sho
