“And Claire?”
“Yes?”
“Try to look happy when she arrives. I don’t want unnecessary tension.”
I held his gaze.
“I’ll make sure everything is perfect.”
He smiled and went upstairs to take a business call.
I waited until I heard the bedroom door close.
Then I took my phone from my pocket, opened the encrypted folder my attorney had helped me create, and looked at the documents inside.
The property deed.
The bank statements.
The transfer records.
And the photographs.
There were enough to destroy my marriage.
But there was one document that could destroy much more than that.
I had discovered it only the night before, hidden inside a folder my husband had accidentally left open on our home office computer.
At the time, I hadn’t fully understood what I was looking at.
I understood now.
My husband believed he was moving his mistress into my house.
He believed he had arranged every detail.
