But your debts are your own now.” And when the two plainclothes detectives from the financial crimes unit came through the glass doors with a warrant and closed the handcuffs around my husband’s wrists, and he screamed at me — “Camila!

I’m your husband!

Do something!” — it was Richard who answered him, quietly, snapping his briefcase shut.

“You were in a great hurry to stop being her husband, Mr.

Vance.

Enjoy the consequences.” They led him out through the revolving doors he had strutted through for fifteen years, and Claudia was served with fraud and custody papers on the sidewalk outside, and the two of them, who had planned a perfect stolen life together, would spend the coming months turning on each other in open court.