I cried in my husband’s arms at the airport as he boarded what he claimed was a two-year work assignment in Zurich

The room seemed to tilt.

I looked from the phone to my laptop screen, where the confirmation button still waited.

$720,000.00

One click.

One second.

A decision that could change everything.

I wanted to press it. Every instinct in me screamed to protect what was mine before Lucas could touch it. But the message had sliced cleanly through my anger and left uncertainty behind.

Who was this person?

How did they know what I was about to do?

My thumb hovered over the keyboard.

“Who is this?” I typed.

Three dots appeared almost immediately.

Then disappeared.

Then appeared again.