And Leo, very calmly, reached into the inside pocket of his suit jacket and took out his phone.

He raised it, and he aimed the camera at his father and the woman standing frozen beside him.

I saw Julian go from red to a sick, bloodless white.

Before he could move, before he could say another word, Leo took the photograph, there, in front of the firm’s most important investors, in front of the board members and the clients and everyone whose good opinion my husband had spent his whole life chasing.

And when I saw the look on Julian’s face in that instant, I understood something that went beyond the affair.