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He and I exchanged a look and didn't say anything further, but I understood his expression. That expression was: 'This isn't fraud.' Here's what happened. We had a fund for buying a house, saved for five years, and kept it in my husband's account because we were told it would make loan negotiations easier back then. It was about 1.3 million, and 70% of it was my savings. I transferred money in every month and never checked the account. Why didn't I check? Because it was 'our' money. Who checks their own family's money every day? The reason I found out that day was because the developer needed to confirm the down payment, so I asked my husband to send me a copy of his bankbook. He delayed for three days. The first day he said he forgot, the second day he said it was at the office, and the third day he said he'd look for it. I went to the bank and updated the book myself. After updating it, I stood frozen in front of the bank machine. Balance: just over 90,000. I looked down line by line. All small deductions, charged by stores starting with 'Apple': 3290, 1690, 990, 3290. They were densely packed, concentrated between 11 PM and 2 AM. More than ten transactions a month, and it went back, back for three years. On the way home, I kept thinking about the police officer's expression. I started recalling the past three years, and many moments that I didn't think much of at the time all connected. For the past three years, my husband said he was working overtime in his study until 11 or 12 every night. He put a privacy screen protector on his phone, saying he was afraid his data would be seen on the subway. When I got up to use the restroom late at night, light seeped from under the study door, and I heard low laughter. The tablet that was originally in the living room for the kids to watch cartoons 'naturally' moved into the study. To be honest, I had my suspicions.