Chapter 10 — The Recording

The next morning, two forensic attorneys sat at my parents’ dining table and went through the contents of the drive Tommy had made, and what my son had copied off that phone was more than either of us had understood.

There were the records of the affair, three years of it.

There were the wire transfers to Tracy.

There were corporate fund movements that should not have existed, money shifted in ways that were going to interest people well beyond a divorce court.

And there were text threads — this was the part that made the attorneys go quiet — in which my husband laid out, in his own words, a plan to humiliate me publicly at his mother’s party in order to pressure me into surrendering my shares.