My husband took his mistress to the most expensive hotel in Manhattan… never realizing the owner was the wife he had just betrayed.

me in the observation suite, quietly slid another folder onto my desk.

“Actually…”

He smiled.

“He keeps exactly forty-three thousand dollars.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“That’s all?”

“That’s all legally titled in his name.”

Everything else—

The penthouse.

The vacation properties.

The investment accounts.

The cars.

Even his beloved vintage Aston Martin—

Belonged to continue reading …