felt something else.
Detachment.
“I’m taking an afternoon flight back to Boston,” she said.
“Are you filing for divorce?”
“Yes. And my legal team will audit every account we’ve had for the last three years.”
Panic flashed across his face.
“Elena, please. If a forensic audit reaches the bank, my firm will find out. I’ll lose my career.”
She looked at him calmly.
“I’m not doing anything to you, Julian. I’m simply letting the consequences of your own choices catch up with you.”
When Elena returned to Boston that evening,
