Two weeks later, another client had paid more than $170,000.
Then another large invoice cleared.
The company wasn’t dying anymore.
It had recovered.
And Marcus had never told me.
My mouth went dry.
I began scrolling.
That was when I saw the transfers.
$18,500.
$24,000.
$31,200.
$16,750.
Again and again.
Every payment went to the same company.
C. Rowan Property Holdings LLC.
I searched the transaction notes.
Eventually, I found a full name.
Camille Rowan.
My hands began shaking.
Sophie hadn’t imagined anything.
There really was a Camille.
And Marcus had secretly transferred more than $150,000 to something connected to her.
Money that existed because my savings had kept his company alive long enough to recover.
I stared at my wedding ring.
Then I called Tessa.
She answered on the third ring.
“Elena?”
“I think Marcus is having an affair.”
There was silence.
Then blankets rustled.
“What happened?”
I told her everything.
Sophie.
Camille.
The secret Saturdays.
The house.
The bank transfers.
Tessa didn’t interrupt once.
When I finished, she said, “Don’t wake him up.”
“I want to.”
“I know.”
“I want to throw the laptop at his head.”
“Don’t do that either.”
Despite myself, I almost laughed.
Then my voice cracked.
“I gave him everything I’d saved.”
