I saw the draft emails to your CFO.”

She reached the edge of the stage and put the drive in Barnabas’s hand, and then she turned to me, and what was in her face was not triumph.

It was fear, and something close to shame.

“He didn’t start seeing me out of affection, Isaura,” she said.

“He asked me to help him manufacture a scandal — to make you look like a jealous, unstable wife.

He wanted to provoke you into losing control in public, on camera.