It had started, as these things do in my profession, with a single number that did not sit right.

About six months before I filed for divorce, I had been reviewing the authorized-user statements that Tessa’s spending generated on my card, the way I reviewed everything, out of professional habit.

And I noticed something that did not fit the pattern of a woman buying handbags and spa days.

Tessa was routinely paying large lump sums to a single vendor: Vance Legacy Philanthropies.

I knew the name, of course.