I canceled Caleb’s secondary credit cards and revoked his access to our joint account, which was primarily funded by my dividends.
I moved my personal investments into the protected trust my attorney had set up months earlier when I first began to realize my marriage was a lie.
Finally, I opened a secure file on my cloud drive labeled “Insurance Policy.”
Inside were detailed bank records my accountant had uncovered, showing large deposits from Caleb into an account owned by Tessa.
He had been using my company’s profits to fund an apartment in the city and support a lifestyle for a woman he claimed was just an old friend.
Eighteen months of carefully constructed lies had been financed by the very money he said he was managing for our future.
I turned back toward the dock just as the travel manager approached the group with a tablet in his hand.
“Mr. Harrison, I am afraid we have just received a high-priority alert regarding a total cancellation of your trip,” the manager said.
Caleb removed his sunglasses and frowned.
“That is impossible, because my wife just checked us in a moment ago,” he replied arrogantly.
