Nathan and Eleanor, who had no cooperation to sell because Charles had already sold everything, received the full weight of it.

I did not celebrate.

I want to be honest about that.

Watching the man I had married be led out of a federal courtroom is not a thing anyone celebrates, whatever he did.

It was not joy.

It was justice, which is quieter, and heavier, and lasts.

People expected me to be triumphant, and were a little unsettled when I wasn’t, and I have thought about why.

I think it is because the story everyone wanted — the story the whole genre of these betrayals wants — is one of revenge, of the wronged woman savoring the ruin of the people who wronged her.