“Two million dollars,” Katherine said. “Transferred from a shell account connected to the MRI procurement budget into an account used to purchase Tiffany’s condo.”
Mark opened his mouth.
Nothing came out.
David lifted a tablet. “The German supplier confirmed this morning that Apex never paid for the MRI system or ventilators. No shipment is coming. No equipment was ordered. Patients were endangered because hospital money funded your affair.”
The lobby no longer felt like a lobby.
It felt like a courtroom.
Mark dropped to his knees.
“Katherine,” he choked out. “Please. Ten years. We were married for ten years. I made a mistake.”
“A mistake?” Katherine asked coldly. “You stole money meant to save lives.”
“I can fix it.”
“You humiliated our marriage.”
“I was weak.”
“You allowed your mistress to threaten the people who built this hospital.”
“I’ll do anything.”
Katherine looked down at the man she once defended, promoted, forgiven, and loved. All she felt now was the cold emptiness left after fire burns every lie away.
“Yes,” she said quietly. “You will.”
