She’d taken a screenshot.
The message was from someone named Valeria.
Let me know when you talk to Adriana.
I’m tired of waiting while you finish paying off a condo that’s supposed to be ours.
My chest tightened.
Seventeen transfers.
A condo.
Another woman.
Rachel touched my hand.
“There’s something else.”
I looked up.
She hesitated.
Then she opened another photograph.
And when I saw the document on my husband’s screen, I finally understood that Mark wasn’t merely preparing to leave his marriage.
He was preparing to take something from me first.
