Just before they put me in the car, a memory surfaced.The day she quit her job three years ago, I had asked her, "You won't regret this?"Her back was turned to me. I hadn't paid attention at the time.I assumed she had said, "No regrets."Only then did I realize her "How could I?" hadn't been acceptance at all. She had already been planning exactly how to play me.I whipped my head around. The handcuffs rattled.At the end of the hallway, she had her back to me, about to step into the office.But as if she had eyes in the back of her head, she raised her right hand and gave me a small, casual wave.All the evidence proved my guilt. The court sentenced me to eight years.Elena got her divorce and walked away with the majority of the assets, including the house.She returned to public accounting and later passed the bar exam.She dedicated herself to advocacy for women trapped in abusive marriages, especially survivors of financial abuse.She helped them untangle their finances, gather
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