Before I left the courthouse, Colin walked past me with Isabelle hanging on his arm. She was the woman whose photographs I’d discovered on his phone. Colin slowed beside me and whispered, “Try not to cry too hard, Nat. Some women simply don’t know how to keep a man.” Isabelle giggled.

Normally, his words would have crushed me. Instead, I looked up and said, “Some men don’t know how to read a bank statement.” His expression changed for half a second before he walked away. Hours later, Colin and Isabelle entered Halcyon House, an exclusive Toronto club, using my company’s corporate membership. Oysters, Wagyu, vintage Bordeaux, cocktails, and a private string quartet followed. Then Isabelle spotted an emerald necklace priced at $410,000. Colin pulled out my company’s matte-black corporate card and handed it over confidently. Four minutes later, the waiter returned looking pale. “Mr. Ashford… the payment failed.”