But the joint account was open in front of me, and I am who I am, so I looked at the recent transactions, the way I would look at any set of books that had begun to make me uneasy.

There was a pending charge I did not recognize.

A luxury suite, in Madrid, that I had never booked.

The guest name on the reservation was Chloe.

The check-in date was the third day of our honeymoon.

I sat with that for several long minutes, feeling something reorganize itself in my chest.