And then I did the thing that surprised everyone who later learned of it: I did not leak them to the press.

I did not post them.

I had them delivered, anonymously, to Bianca herself — along with older photographs, going back three full years, that established exactly how long the affair had run.

Because I knew precisely what she was, and precisely what she would do.

I did not need to expose anyone.

I only had to hold up a mirror, and let her expose herself.

This is the part people find hardest to believe, and the part I am, if I am honest, most quietly proud of, so let me explain the whole of it.