And I saw her searching her memory, frantically, for the moment I must have lied to her about this — and finding nothing, because I never had.

I had never once misrepresented my pre-marital finances to my wife.

Every fact my attorney was now reciting had been available to Wendy the entire time, in documents she had signed, in a trust she had been shown.

She had simply never bothered to read a single legal page that did not put money directly and immediately into her hands.

Her ignorance was not something I had engineered.

It was something she had chosen, out of contempt for the boring paperwork and the boring man who kept it.