I moved my personal investments into the protected trust my attorney had set up months ago when I first began to realize my marriage was a fraud.
Finally, I opened a secure file on my cloud drive that I had titled “Insurance Policy.”
Inside were the detailed bank records my accountant had uncovered, showing massive deposits from Caleb into an account owned by Tessa.
He had been using my company’s profits to pay for an apartment in the city and a lifestyle for a woman he claimed was just an old friend.
Eighteen months of systematic lies had been funded by the very money he claimed to be managing for our collective future.
I turned my gaze back toward the dock just as the travel manager approached the group with a tablet in his hand.
“Mr. Harrison, I am afraid we just received a high-priority alert regarding a total cancellation of your trip,” the manager said.
Caleb took off his sunglasses and frowned at the man.
“That is impossible, because my wife just checked us in a moment ago,” he replied with his usual arrogance.
The manager shook his head and pointed to the screen of his tablet.
“The primary reservation holder has canceled everything, and the seaplane will not be departing today,” the man explained.
He looked at the group and added that if they wished to rebook, it would require an immediate payment of one hundred and fifty thousand dollars.
Margot turned pale as she looked at the pilot, who was already starting to unload the luggage.
“Caleb, darling, just pay the man so we can get going, because I am sure Lydia is just doing this for attention,” she snapped.
Caleb pulled out his platinum card with a grand, sweeping gesture and handed it to the manager.
The man swiped the card once, then twice, before handing it back with a sympathetic look.
“I am sorry, but this card has been declined by the issuing bank,” the manager informed him.
Tessa immediately let go of Caleb’s arm and took a small step away from him.
“What do you mean it was declined, Caleb, is there a problem with the account?” she asked, her voice losing its sweetness.
Caleb looked around wildly until his eyes landed on me standing by my black SUV with the door already open.
“Lydia, do not you dare make a scene in front of my parents and our guests,” he yelled across the dock.
I looked at him and felt nothing but a sense of cold clarity.