When I saw the confirmation email sitting open on his laptop and pointed at it, he laughed.

“That’s networking.”

“With Wade?”

“He knows people.”

I almost admired it.

The sheer, frictionless confidence of a man forbidding his unemployed wife from buying her parents a card while he expensed a ski trip for the brother whose shell company he was secretly funding with her house.

Almost.

It takes a rare kind of certainty to be that brazen, and for one week Damon got to enjoy every ounce of it, and I let him, because a man who believes he has already won stops watching the door.