I moved most of my savings into a protected account that required verification and legal oversight, leaving exactly five hundred thousand dollars in an older account Kevin knew how to access.
I requested a secondary business credit card linked to that visible account, and I worked with the bank to track every transaction with full detail.
Then I placed that card inside a drawer he often searched when he thought I was asleep.
That night, I stayed on the couch pretending to sleep, with my tablet open and a glass of wine left unfinished beside me.
Around three in the morning, I heard him walking barefoot, then opening the drawer slowly, followed by the vibration of notifications beginning.
I did not move, because movement would have ruined everything I had planned.
By seven in the morning, I had multiple alerts showing transfers, card connections, and test charges confirming he had full access.
By eleven, he had already flown to Miami, and I knew because he posted a story saying, “Sometimes you have to give yourself what you deserve.”
I did not cry, because that moment was no longer about emotion.
I called Amanda, informed the bank, and allowed him to continue spending.