I looked at him steadily, my voice calm despite the storm inside me. “Did you really think stealing from me was enough to end this.”
He shrugged, clearly convinced of his victory. “It was enough.”
I did not argue. I simply opened my phone again and navigated calmly through the menus until I reached the security section. Months earlier, after a series of incidents that had unsettled me, I had made changes without telling anyone. Large transactions required confirmation through a separate email account that only I controlled, along with a personalized security question.
The question asked for the name of the attorney who had drafted my prenuptial agreement, an agreement Raymond had never known existed because he had assumed I trusted him blindly.
The transfers were not complete. They were pending.
An alert flashed on the screen requesting confirmation or rejection. I looked up at him calmly and asked which neighborhood the house was in. He answered proudly, describing it in detail, unaware of what was unfolding.