transactions caught my attention.
March 10: $15,000 transferred to Marcus Vance.
Memo: Consulting services.
February 14: $5,000 transferred to Vanessa R.
March 15: Private medical expenses.
March 28: Luxury apartment lease deposit.
April 5: Prenatal care.
I stared at the final transaction.
Prenatal care?
Why was Julian paying medical expenses connected to a pregnancy?
My thoughts raced.
I opened another folder.
Inside were several printed photographs.
One showed Julian outside a private 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 breath caught.
Julian was having an affair.
And the woman was expecting a child.
I lowered myself into his office chair.
For a moment, I couldn’t think clearly.
I’d trusted this man.
We’d built a life together.
I’d supported his career and believed we were working toward the same future.
