“That is not spying.

That is the single most normal thing a buyer does.

You simply never imagined the buyer would be me.”

“You used our marriage,” he said, and his voice climbed, “to steal my future.”

“No,” I said.

“You used your position to steal from eight hundred people.

I only read the record you left behind.”

Behind me, the screens that had been meant to display Damian’s triumphant promotion lit instead with a simple timeline.