Daniel had believed I was too distracted by my work, too detached from the daily finances, to ever notice his hand in the jar.

He had underestimated me, just as he always had.

The SUV turned onto the highway leading toward the military headquarters, the lights of the base visible in the distance.

My phone buzzed again, the screen lighting up with a text message from an unknown number.

I tapped the screen.

It was an image file, sent from a burner number.

The image was a screenshot of a bank statement, but before I could zoom in to read the names, my phone began to ring.

The caller ID displayed Daniel’s name.

I didn’t answer, but as the phone continued to ring, the text message thread updated with a single line of text below the image.

*I know what you’re doing, Rachel. If you don’t turn the money back on, I’ll show everyone what your ‘security’ is really hiding.*

I stared at the screen, the blue light reflecting in the dark glass of the window.

The game was no longer just about a failed marriage.