Chapter 2: The Paper Trail of Sins

By noon that Wednesday, the photograph no longer lived only on my phone. It had been securely transmitted to my divorce attorney, Marcus Vance, a man known in legal circles as a beautifully dressed shark.

I didn’t send it with a tearful voicemail. I sent it labeled simply as Exhibit A.

By three, I’d pulled the prenuptial agreement from our fireproof safe. Five years ago, Daniel had signed it with a theatrical laugh, assuring me it was a formality to protect my “cute little savings.”

He’d been convinced that if anyone ever strayed it would be him, and that he’d be far too clever to get caught.

He never even read clause four, regarding infidelity and forfeiture of shared marital assets.

But the photograph was only the emotional catalyst. The true destruction of the Sterling family required different ammunition. Vanessa’s caption had been meant to humiliate me.