I closed the laptop. My hands were steady. For the moment.

I copied every document I was authorized to access and placed them in a blue folder inside my car. I never told Tanya I believed Daniel was having an affair.

I simply showed her the records. She nodded. “Facts first.”

Two days before Thanksgiving, Tanya called. “The company filings confirm your fifty-percent ownership. The house is jointly titled. Most marital assets will need to be reviewed.

Do not sign the home-equity paperwork.”

“I wasn’t planning to.”