I looked at the screen, then at Derek, who was now checking his watch and wondering if he could get away for a lunch break. He didn’t see me. He never really had.

I tapped the transfer button. I moved every cent of the $58,000 into an account he couldn’t touch. Then I opened the file for the divorce papers I had been drafting in my head for months.

I looked at the screen one last time before I locked it. He was going to walk out of this hospital thinking we were going home to a shared life, never realizing that the house was mine, the money was gone, and the woman he’d left on the porch was already miles and miles ahead of him.

He was going to be shocked. I just hoped he would be quiet about it.