The Wife's Reckoning
"No, I didn't forge anything."
"You used my automated digital signature through our shared office portal."
"You always let me handle the corporate paperwork, Elena. You gave me the authorization keys years ago."
I felt entirely numb. "You signed my name to a high-interest property loan without my knowledge."
"It wasn't forgery," he protested, looking genuinely offended by the terminology. "You're my wife!"
He said it as though the title were a blank check, as though twenty years of marriage had entitled him to my signature, my clinical earnings, my son's future, and the equity of the roof over our heads.