“And after the transfer?”

“I file for divorce. We sell the Boston house, move the money offshore, and leave Helena with the debts.”

For ten years I had mistaken his arrogance for confidence. Only now did I hear the contempt underneath it.

Theo tugged his sleeve. “Will she be sad?”

Sebastian glanced toward the bar. “She’ll be fine. Helena’s good at losing quietly.”

That sentence hurt more than the affair, more than the child, more than the bracelet.