“The real point is making sure Laura can’t touch the capital when the divorce goes through.” “And how do you manage that?” Ofelia asked.

Mark gave a small, cold laugh that I did not recognize as belonging to the man I had married.

“For six months I’ve been wiring funds to a shell company owned by Greg — my buddy from college.

On the books it’s ‘strategic consulting fees.’ Laura hasn’t noticed a thing.” I leaned against the wall and let out a slow, quiet breath.

Because that was the one place he was wrong, the crack in the whole scheme.