Because the private investigator I had hired had not only followed Julian to hotels and photographed his afternoons.

At my specific direction, he had also obtained and reviewed something else: Julian’s corporate expense reports.

And over the next forty-eight hours, the true scope of what I had assembled came into focus.

Because it turned out that my husband had not been paying for his affair only out of our joint savings.

He had been funding a great deal of it, the luxury hotel rooms, the five-star dinners, the weekend trips, through his company, booking all of it under the label of client development, when in reality there were no clients, only Chloe.

He had committed, in other words, not merely adultery but corporate fraud, using his employer’s money to entertain his junior associate.