I cried while driving my husband to the airport because he said he was going to “work in Canada for two years” — but when I got home, I transferred the $720,000 into my account and filed for divorce.

“Do you want a fresh start, Daniel?” I whispered softly.

“Then you’ll deserve it.”

I initiated the transfer.

Every dollar was transferred to a private trust account in my name — an account he was unaware of, created years earlier on the recommendation of my financial advisor.

I watched the loading circle spin.

Transfer completed.

Remaining balance: $0.00

I exhaled slowly.

Then I picked up my phone and called my lawyer.

“Mr. Thompson,” I said calmly, “he’s already left. File the divorce papers immediately. And have the papers sent to the Miami Beach address. Not London.”

A brief silence. “Understood, Mrs. Carter. I’ll take care of everything.”

Two hours later, my phone rang.

Daniel.

Right on time.

I pictured him in that immaculate penthouse kitchen, probably wanting to order champagne or pay a deposit for baby furniture.

I replied in a soft voice.