At 2:00 a.m., My Husband Thought I Was Asleep While He Emptied Our Safe to Run Off With His Mistress. Before Leaving, He Kissed Me and Whispered, “Poor Audrey. You Never Saw This Coming.” Hours Later He Sent a Photo From the Airport. I Replied With Four Words That Made Him Call Me Immediately.

If I asked about Chloe Ruiz, I was imagining things.

I was not imagining anything now.

“I uncovered twelve questionable authorizations,” I said.

“Three attempted transfers totaling more than eleven million dollars.

One-point-two million in unauthorized personal expenses.

And three-point-six million in payments to a consultancy firm whose primary service appears to be vacationing with you.”

Daniel went quiet.

In the background, Chloe whispered something sharp and frightened.