While I slept, my husband emptied 500,000 pesos from my account. He went wandering across the city, shopping as though my life were his personal ATM.

—Thank you for the card—she said, raising her hand so I could see the watch.

I smiled too.
Because the card I had used didn’t touch my real money.

It was linked to a decoy account, set up with the knowledge of the bank, the insurance company, and my lawyer.
Every transaction left a trace: time, signature, store, security cameras.

But just when I thought everything was under control… the doorbell rang. And what stood beyond it would change everything he believed about me.

Part 2 …

Then the doorbell rang.

Hector frowned.

It rang again… longer this time.