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Seventeen years into my marriage to Bruce Lewis, I'd heard the same tired excuses over and over. He claimed the family struggled financially, weighed down by mortgage repayments and the endless cost of raising our child. Groceries were always limited to marked-down bargains. Rides anywhere never once included a taxi fare; every trip relied solely on public transit. On the day of my daughter Lily Lewis' SAT exam, I walked Lily into the testing venue and turned to find a quiet spot to wait among the crowd. One casual glance up froze me in place. Parked curbside sat a gleaming silver Maybach, its polished exterior shining spotless under the daylight. Bruce stepped out of the driver's seat, dressed in a crisp, tailored suit. He circled around to the back door and patted a teenage boy gently on the shoulder. The boy was the son of Helen Carter, the woman Bruce always claimed was just a close female friend. Leaning back in the passenger seat, Helen wore flawless makeup and offered him a soft, knowing smile. For three long seconds, I stood rooted to the spot. Then I pulled my face mask securely into place, turned, and walked away without a second glance. That very night, I boarded a plane and left town with Lily.