The Husband She Should Not Betray

Summary

The concrete of the subway platform was freezing against my cheek.

I had barely swiped through the turnstile when a heavy hand grabbed my shoulder, spinning me around before I was shoved hard into the ground. A transit cop pressed his knee into my back, reciting my rights, telling me I was being detained under suspicion of corporate embezzlement.

It took twelve hours in a sterile interrogation room to finally untangle the mess.

I hadn't stolen millions. I had tapped my Apple Pay for a $2.90 subway fare. The card was linked to my wife’s corporate account.