I had provided complete copies of all of it to my legal team.

And those records told a story Jason had spent over a year lying to me about.

For that entire year, Jason had told me he earned roughly forty thousand dollars.

In reality, with his undisclosed cash bonuses and his side commissions from the dealership, he had been bringing in closer to sixty-five.

Twenty-five thousand dollars a year, hidden from his own wife — funneled into fine dinners, into lavish gifts for his mother, into weekend trips with his friends, and into a credit card account I had not even known existed.

He had spent our whole marriage insisting that he could not contribute more to the household, that his modest salary was all there was, while I paid for everything and his mother called me controlling for tracking the bills — and the entire time, he had been sitting on a second, secret income, spending it on himself and his family.