The first line read Order Granting Temporary Exclusive Use of Marital Residence. Beneath it, in bold, was my name. Trent’s hands began to shake. Behind the agreement, Corinne had included a second page I hadn’t framed for decoration. It was a list. Every hotel, every flight, every bracelet, every bottle of champagne, with the company account number beside each charge.

Paige stepped closer and read over his shoulder. Her own name appeared eleven times, under marketing travel and consulting expenses. “Trent,” she said slowly, “you told me the company paid for this because I was working.” He didn’t answer. “You put my name on fake business expenses?” Her voice rose. “Do you know what happens if they audit this?” I picked up my coffee. “They already are,” I said.