My hands shook as I clicked deeper into his files. A folder labeled “Lily Bookings” contained receipts for park meetings, café visits, and playground appearances. Each one was itemized like a business transaction.
Then I found the folder that destroyed me completely. “Rachel – New House” contained furniture invoices, mortgage applications, and dozens of emails between Travis and a woman I’d never heard of.
The most recent email had a photo attached. Travis and Rachel were shot smiling in front of a beautiful two-story house, with Travis kissing her on the forehead. The subject line read: “Our dream home. Thanks to the down payment!”
The timeline was crystal clear. My $85K hadn’t paid for therapy. It had bought him a house with his mistress. “You rogue!” I whispered to the empty room.
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