I forwarded the emails to Rebecca with a note asking her to preserve them as potential evidence.
Then I sat back and closed my eyes.
I had spent years believing that our marriage had slowly fallen apart because we wanted different things.
Now I wondered whether Landon had begun planning his departure long before I understood that he was leaving.
The thought hurt more than I expected.
Not because I wanted him back.
Because I had loved him honestly.
And I had believed that whatever else happened between us, we had at least been building the same life.
At 9:17 p.m., someone knocked on my door.
I checked the security camera.
Tessa Blake stood in the hallway.
She was alone.
The confidence I had seen on her face the night before was gone. Her hair was tied back, and she wore a plain black coat instead of the designer dress she had displayed online.
I opened the door but kept the security chain in place.
“What do you want?”
She looked exhausted.
“I need to talk to you.”
“About what?”
“Landon.”
I waited.
She glanced down the hallway, then back at me.
“Please. I think he’s lying to both of us.”
For the first time since the divorce, I didn’t feel angry when I looked at her.
I felt cautious.
“Why should I believe you?”
She swallowed.
“Because I have something he told me never to show anyone.”
She opened her handbag and removed a thin brown envelope.
Then she held it toward me.
Inside was a photograph.
It showed Landon sitting at a restaurant table beside Richard Cole and the former accounts manager from Bellhaven Holdings.
A document lay open between them.
Even from the doorway, I could recognize the logo at the top.
My company’s logo.
Beneath it was a title that made my stomach turn.
CONFIDENTIAL ASSET TRANSFER AGREEMENT.
I looked up at Tessa.
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