Rachel looked like she might faint, while Russell simply stared at me in stunned silence.

I turned on my heel and walked toward the revolving doors without waiting for either of them to come up with another rehearsed excuse.

Part 2: The Deed in Her Name

The chilly Minnesota breeze hit my face the moment I stepped out onto the sidewalk, and I took a deep breath to steady my racing pulse.

It felt so much cleaner out in the open air than inside that glass lobby, where dozens of people had just watched me confront my husband over another woman’s new mansion.

“Paige, please wait for me,” Russell called, catching up to me before I reached the curb.