Chapter 4

The courier arrived at exactly 10:30 AM, his navy uniform crisp against the morning sunlight streaming through our foyer's crystal chandelier. I signed for the package with hands that betrayed nothing of the earthquake building in my chest.

"Thank you," I managed, my voice steady as granite.

The manila envelope felt heavier than it should have—just a few sheets of paper that would either confirm my marriage was salvageable or destroy it completely. I waited until the courier's van disappeared down our circular driveway before retreating to my study, the envelope clutched against my chest like armor.

I settled into…