My Sister, a Pilot, Asked If My Husband Was Home — Seconds Later, Everything Fell Apart

The apartment door closed behind Aiden as he left for squash. The moment he disappeared around the corner, I moved with purpose toward his home office.

I opened my laptop and logged into our joint accounts, my fingers moving with the same precision I used when tracking embezzled funds for Fortune 500 companies.

A charge at the Mandarin Oriental Tokyo from March 15th through 18th. I remembered that weekend. Aiden had supposedly driven to Connecticut to help his mother reorganize her garage. Room service for two. Spa treatments for two.

The Four Seasons—another weekend he claimed he’d been tied up in client dinners.

Then jewelry purchases from Cartier that had never appeared as gifts for me.

My phone rang. Sophia Chen.

“I’m fifteen minutes away,” she said without preamble. “And Ava… you need to prepare yourself. What I found—it’s extensive.”

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