My husband texted: “Happy anniversary, babe. I’m stuck at work.” I was already there—watching him kiss someone else. Then a stranger whispered: “Stay calm. The real show is about to start.”

My stomach clenched so hard I thought I might actually be sick.

“I was going to confront them outside,” Daniel said. “But tonight changed.”

“Changed how?”

He looked past me toward the restaurant entrance.

A woman in a charcoal suit had just walked in with two men behind her. One of them was carrying a leather portfolio. The other had a badge clipped to his belt.