“No.”
“Good. Don’t.”
She told me to gather evidence of a pattern, not just a single mistake. Financial records. Travel history. Credit card statements. Proof of the engagement. Any documents I could legally access as his wife.
For the next few weeks, I moved quietly.
Michael traveled.
Maya talked.
Statements matched her stories.
Hotels.
Restaurants.
Jewelry.
All paid from accounts connected to my name.
Part 3
At home, Michael was gentle and attentive. He asked about my job, refilled my wine glass, and remembered tiny details from my day.
I began to understand that he was not careless.
He was skilled.
He knew how to make two women feel chosen at the same time.
Three weeks after I first saw his photo on Maya’s desk, Sarah filed the divorce papers.
Michael was served at work.
Four minutes later, he called me.
I let it ring.
Then he texted:
*We need to talk.*
I replied:
*My attorney will be in touch.*
