Jenna worked fast . In less than half a day , my inbox had a new encrypted file . The message was short and sweet : " Brace yourself . Call me ASAP . " I locked myself in my home office to get reacquainted with my husband . The first video file opened . Security footage from some resort in the Hamptons , by the looks of it . Three months ago over Memorial Day weekend , James told me he was attending a " closed - door leadership summit . " In reality ? He was having a family getaway with Michelle and Alex . The three of them looked like they belonged in a freaking Christmas card . That beach ball lying abandoned in the sand , deflated and forgotten ? That became the " conference swag " he brought home for our daughter . I fast - forwarded through the rest , stone - faced . Next file . Bank statements from Chase , Wells Fargo , and Bank of America . Multiple five - figure transfers bouncing between accounts like ping - pong balls . The cumulative amount made my chest tight . All of it eventually flowing into account ending in 8741 . Account holder : Michelle Foster . Disguised as " 1099 consulting fees . " Quietly bleeding our assets dry while avoiding taxes . Did he really think I was too dumb to notice these bush - league moves ? I scrolled to the bottom . Life insurance policy from Northwestern Mutual . PDF copy . Policy holder : James Morgan . Insured : the Alex boy . Beneficiary : Michelle Foster , Policy date : five years ago , Premium paid in full - $ 50K . The exact amount we'd gotten from the cash - out refi on our rental in Brooklyn . He'd told me back then he was investing in " a startup with insane potential . " Looking at all this evidence , ice crept from my fingertips straight to my heart . Right now , I finally got it . The deepest cuts really do come from the people you'd trust with your life . I was staring at the screen when knocking broke my concentration . James's voice drifted through the door : " Maya , babe ? Why's the door locked ? " I slammed the laptop shut and took a steadying breath . Arranged my face into something normal before opening the door . bene ? I'm Pusy Recording My Hubby's Second Family 0.8 % Chapter 2 " Sorry , hon . Jenna and I were discussing some personal stuff on Zoom . Locked it without thinking . " He didn't suspect a thing . " So about this weekend , I might need to- I almost snorted . " Let me guess . Last minute client emergency ? " I added . " Actually , yeah. But Zoe doesn't have soccer this Saturday anyway . I was thinking maybe she and I could visit my mom in Jersey for the weekend . " The relief that washed over his face was almost comical. " God , Maya , you're incredible . I honestly don't deserve you . " Staring at this face I'd shared a bed with for twelve years now completely foreign - bile rose in my throat . Incredible ? Yeah , incredibly blind to the fact that you've been playing Ward Cleaver with two different families . But honey , you ain't seen nothing yet . Watching my husband walk away , his voice from that recording played on repeat in my head : " ... I've got all the LLCs set up offshore . When we bounce and the creditors come calling , it'll all trace back to Maya's SSN ... " This wasn't just an affair . This was premeditated financial murder . He wasn't the scrappy college kid I'd built an empire with . He was a parasite using my blood , sweat , and credit score to bankroll his side family . Sleeping next to me every night , biding his time to leave me holding the bag . I grabbed my phone and speed - dialed Jenna . " New plan . Forget the divorce papers for now . I need you to build me a criminal case . " " I want this bastard to learn what rock bottom feels like . " Silence , then the familiar sound of legal pads being flipped . " Music to my ears . What I sent you is kindergarten - level stuff . Besides the loan fraud , he's got his fingers in embezzlement , tax evasion , and some shady shit with the company's 501c3 . " " This is a prosecutor's wet dream , but I need time to make it bulletproof ... We're talking federal charges . " " I'm also tracing his inside man . Already got forensic accountants diving into the books . " After hanging up , I reopened that " family portrait . " My finger traced the screen . Cold glass was all that stood between me and them . Game on , James .