The photograph showed Daniel entering a jewelry store with a woman whose face I immediately recognized. It was Vanessa, his business partner. But what shocked me most was the date: the previous afternoon, when he had supposedly been working late. I saved the photograph and quietly contacted my sister, Laura. She had warned me about Daniel’s spending habits for years. This time, however, she didn’t say, “I told you so.” She simply asked whether I still had access to our financial records.

That evening, while Daniel slept, I opened the laptop he had left downstairs. There were dozens of transfers, unfamiliar purchases, and one document titled “New Apartment.” My hands trembled as I opened it. The apartment wasn’t ours. It was registered under Vanessa’s name, and Daniel had already paid the deposit using money from our joint savings.