reports, and photographs Daniel had accidentally synced to our shared cloud account—Daniel and Vanessa kissing on a company retreat he had told me spouses were forbidden to attend.
“I am coming home,” I said.
He exhaled.
“Tomorrow. Noon. Have Vanessa there.”
The line went quiet.
At 11:58 the next morning, I walked into my house with Mara beside me.
Daniel waited in the living room. Lorraine sat stiffly on the sofa, and Vanessa stood near the fireplace wearing the diamond bracelet from the receipt.
Perfect.
Daniel rushed toward me. “
