The zip of a heavy wool coat was the sound of Isabel Valdivia’s marriage cracking for good.
It was 10 p.m. on a freezing Christmas Eve in Madrid, and her husband, Alejandro, was leaving—not to grab a last-minute gift, but for what he called an urgent “compliance emergency” in Zurich. He kissed her cheek, carrying the scent of expensive cologne …
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