That is the part everyone gets wrong, when they hear this story, the part they cannot understand: that I walked away from that marriage with almost nothing, and did not contest it, and let Marcus believe he had won.

But I did not walk away with nothing.

I walked away with my professional licenses, and my reputation, and one encrypted drive containing copies of certain financial records that Marcus never knew I had seen, records from the tangled edges of his business that had crossed my desk, once, and lodged in the part of my mind that never forgets a number that does not add up.

I did not know, then, what those records would ever be worth.