I Investigated My Ex for Billion-Dollar Tax Fraud

A year later, I landed a job with a respected government agency. I hadn't gone to any of the reunions since graduation, but my friend Aylin would sometimes bring things up in our conversations:

"Hey, Malani, do you remember Eric? You know, Amias's old pal."

Aylin quickly realized she might have hit a sensitive spot and cautiously watched my reaction. Seeing that I remained indifferent, she continued to chat cheerfully:

"He got matched for marriage right after graduation by his family, but guess what? He got caught at a wellness center a few days ago."

"And it happened during a police raid. Do you know what the officer said to him?"

"The officer said, 'Why do you keep showing up in these raids?'"

Aylin laughed so hard she could barely stand upright, and I had to hold her up. Eric had always been the wildest among Amias's friends, and he was also the one who used to make the most inappropriate jokes about me.

I should have seen it coming. If Amias could hang out with someone like Eric, what were the chances he was some upstanding guy? His reluctance to make our relationship public back then probably had to do with not wanting to scare off other potential interests.