And several unexplained payments connected to private appointments.
I stared at the names.
Then I found an envelope containing photographs.
In one picture, Julian stood outside a medical clinic in Dallas.
His arm was wrapped around a younger woman.
She was visibly pregnant.
On the back, someone had written:
Vanessa — March 12.
My heart began pounding.
I slowly sat down.
My husband was having an affair.
And the woman he was seeing was expecting a baby.
But the photographs Julian had secretly arranged with Marcus still didn’t make sense.
Why involve me?
Why create evidence during those unexplained rides?
Why go to such lengths when he could simply ask for a divorce?
I searched through another folder.
Inside were several pages discussing financial settlements and ownership interests.
My name appeared repeatedly.
So did the family logistics company.
And so did the shares I’d received through our marriage agreements.
I began
