My husband married another woman using my money, but when he returned from his “honeymoon,” he discovered that I had already sold the mansion where he planned to live with his mistress.

It was nearly eight at night, and I was still in my glass-walled office in Polanco, staring at the skyline while the last employees trickled out, unaware that my life was about to fracture.

I had just finalized the most important acquisition of the year, a deal that would expand our firm across Latin America and secure bonuses generous enough …