My Husband Bought Me a Trip to Paris. Twenty Minutes After Saying Goodbye, I Sneaked Back Inside and Hid in the Bathroom. He Was Toasting With His Family as They Divided My House and Savings. Then I Heard a Name That Changed Everything.

In May I gave a short talk at a women-in-finance lunch.

I did not tell the Paris story.

I talked about monitoring the accounts you are proud of ignoring.

Afterward a stranger said the advice had arrived too late for her.

I said late is still a time.

We exchanged cards.