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 ago when I first began to realize my marriage was a fraud.
Finally, I opened a secure file on my cloud drive that I had titled “Insurance Policy.”
Inside were the detailed bank records my accountant had uncovered, showing massive deposits from Caleb into an account owned by Tessa.
He had been using my company’s profits to pay for an apartment in the city and a lifestyle for a woman he claimed was just an old friend.
Eighteen months of systematic lies had been funded by the very money he claimed to be managing for our collective future.
I turned my gaze back toward the dock just as the travel manager approached the group with a tablet in his hand.
“Mr. Harrison, I am afraid we just received a high-priority alert regarding a total cancellation of your trip,” the manager said.
Caleb took off his sunglasses and frowned at the man.
“That is impossible, because my wife just checked us in a moment ago,” he replied with his usual arrogance.