She smiled. “You worked your whole life like a dog for that money, and Gareth and I are going to spend every last cent of it enjoying ourselves. I thought you’d want to know.”

Gareth. Roderick turned the name over. He knew it — a personal trainer she’d hired two years ago, a broad, handsome man of thirty who had seemed to Roderick like a harmless indulgence, a way for a young wife to fill her afternoons.

He felt something twist in his chest that had nothing to do with his heart.

Demi watched the understanding cross his face and seemed satisfied by it.

“You’re wondering how,” she said. “You’re lying there doing the math, because that’s what you do, you do the math. All right. I’ll tell you, since you can’t repeat it to anyone.”

She leaned in, lowering her voice to something almost tender. “Those heart supplements I brought you every night. The ones I was so good about, so wifely — here’s your vitamins, darling, take care of yourself.