I had admired her for being sensible.
Daniel continued.
“I worked overtime. I took extra shifts. I thought we were building something together.”
He turned toward me.
“Did she ever look at you and feel guilty?”
The question hurt more than I expected.
“I don’t know, sweetheart.”
He nodded slowly.
“I hope she did. Not because I want her to suffer. I just hope she understood what she was doing.”
I reached for his hand.
For the rest of the night, we went through what we could safely access, saved the relevant records, and made a list of questions we needed to discuss with our lawyers.
Neither of us emptied a joint account or touched money that might belong to the other person. We knew that anger could make people careless, and we weren’t going to let our pain create another problem.
At midnight, Daniel finally left.
He hugged me at the door.
