I searched Rebecca Lane. A profile, a luncheon photo, an alumni page — and then her face. Tall, dark hair, green eyes. The woman from the terrace. Rebecca wasn’t merely someone Daniel was seeing.

She was the chief legal officer of Hart Strategic Holdings. My hands went cold. She had worked with Daniel for nine years — long before I met him. Her biography named her a specialist in acquisitions, estate transitions, and “marital asset integration.”

I disliked the phrase immediately.

A message appeared. Daniel: Thinking about you. The villa feels empty without my wife. I almost laughed. Instead I typed: I miss you too.

The retreat is helping. I may stay an extra night. The three dots appeared at once. That’s probably a good idea. Take all the time you need. There it was — relief hidden beneath affection.

I answered with a heart and closed the conversation.