I listened to her complain about “client deadlines” while holding ledgers that showed money we had never earned.
I read messages where she referred to me not as her husband, but as cover.
That word did most of the damage.
Not because it was dramatic.
Because it was efficient.
It made everything else make sense.
She hadn’t accidentally misled me.
The lie had been the design.
Part IV: Saturday Morning
By the end of six weeks, Reynolds said they had enough.
The arrests would happen Saturday morning. Multiple locations. Search warrants. Seizures. Coordinated.
Sarah would be taken at home.
My role was simple.
Leave the house under a normal excuse.
Do not warn her.
Do not confront her.
Do not get emotional and stupid.
I kissed her goodbye and told her I had an early golf game.
She was half under the blankets, hair on the pillow, face soft with sleep.
For a second grief hit me so hard I almost sat back down.
Then I remembered: grief for what?
