This might be my only chance to tell you the truth.
Daniel looked at me for a long second.
Then he said, “Joe didn’t lose that money. He didn’t cause the business to collapse. He was covering for someone else.”
“What? Who was he covering for? Why would he do that?”
“He was covering for me.” He dragged a hand down his face. “I made a risky decision. I pushed forward after your husband told me not to. I thought I could fix it before anyone noticed how bad it was.”
I thought I was going to throw up.
“He was covering for someone else.”
“When it all started collapsing, he found out,” Daniel said. “I told him I would take responsibility. I swore I would, but he wouldn’t let me.”
“Why not?” I snapped. “Why would he take the fall for you?”
“Because I was the one with a business degree from an Ivy League school. I was the one the investors trusted. He said that keeping my name clean was our only hope of bouncing back from that disaster.”
Fury burned inside me.
“Why would he take the fall for you?”
My husband had died with people believing he had ruined everything. I had lived beside that wreckage. Emma had grown up in its shadow. And this man had known.
“So you let him carry the guilt. Even when it was clear the business couldn’t be saved, even when he died, you let Joe carry it all.”
Daniel’s face crumpled in a way I had never seen before. “Yes.”
I wanted to scream. I wanted to hit him. I wanted my husband back for five minutes, so I could ask him why he made that choice, why he left me to carry a lie with him, why he thought I was not strong enough to know.
Instead, I sat there shaking.
