The dates went back almost a year.
Almost a year.
While I had been telling myself that Georgi was simply tired.
While I had been standing in front of the mirror wondering whether my wrinkles were the reason he no longer touched me.
While I had been buying new nightgowns.
While I had been trying to become the woman I thought he wanted.
He had already taken what we had built and created another life somewhere else.
“This isn’t the worst part,” Victoria said.
My heart tightened.
“What could possibly be worse?”
She placed hotel reservation records in front of me.
Some were under Georgi’s name.
Others were under Milena’s.
The dates matched.
Then Victoria placed the final document on the table.
A bank statement.
Georgi had used our joint credit card for some of the hotel stays.
He hadn’t taken money directly from my personal account.
But he had used a card we had opened together years earlier for renovations, emergencies, and family expenses.
Money I thought was being saved for our home.
For our future.
For unexpected medical bills.
For peace of mind.
He had spent it on lies.
“There’s more,” Victoria said.
