Back at Halcyon House, the club manager explained that the membership belonged to Brennan Freight and that I was the authorized signatory. Every attempted charge had been logged. Colin insisted the company was practically his and accused me of being petty. That’s when Isabelle stared at him. “You told me the company was yours.”

She quietly requested her coat. Before leaving, she told the waiter, “Write down everything you remember about tonight.” By nine the following morning, Isabelle was sitting inside the provincial fraud unit handing investigators messages in which Colin had bragged about his secret vendor arrangement. Three weeks later, authorities searched his condominium and a storage unit rented under his mother’s maiden name. Northgate’s accounts were frozen, and forensic accountants followed the money. The divorce decree contained a clause allowing the settlement to be reopened if either of us had lied about financial disclosure. Colin had—and suddenly the divorce he thought he’d won became the beginning of his collapse.