Instead, I stepped into my attorney’s office holding a folder I’d been putting together for almost three years.
Every text.
Every bank statement.
Every email.
Every receipt.
She reviewed everything silently before asking:
« Are you absolutely sure? »
I nodded.
« Tonight. »
She lifted the phone.
« They’re all together right now? »
« Every single one of them. »
She made one call.
Then another.
Less than fifteen minutes later, my husband’s phone rang.
I watched through the live security camera we’d placed in our living room.
He walked away from the family dinner to answer.
At first, he looked annoyed.
Then confused.
Then…
Every bit of color drained from his face.
