For Nine Years He Mistook My Silence for Surrender; What He Never Understood Was That Every Dinner I Didn’t Fight About Was a Day I Stayed Close Enough to Gather What I Needed to End Him

“Traffic was an absolute nightmare,” she announced to the room, and then she saw it: Lorna in her chair, the scattered documents, Roman’s colorless face.

Her bright expression stalled.

“What happened?” “My wife,” Roman said, “has lost her mind.” “No,” I said.

“Your employer has found her records.” Sabrina’s confidence flickered, and I watched her begin to understand that she had not walked into a dinner.

She had walked into an accounting.

Chapter 8 — North Harbor

Because Sabrina Ferro was not only my husband’s mistress.

She was also, as procurement director, the person who had approved eighteen months of payments to a vendor called North Harbor Design.