I leaned my head against the cold bathroom wall, closing my eyes for a second.

Chloe had been sleeping with my husband while sitting at my dinner table.

She had been planning to steal my life savings.

But as I scrolled further down the thread, the tone of the messages changed.

Two days ago, Chloe had sent a flurry of texts.

*“Why aren’t you answering? You said you were going to file the divorce papers on Tuesday.”*

*“My bags are packed, Lucas. I can’t stay at the apartment anymore. It feels like a trap.”*

Lucas’s reply was brief, sent from an airport terminal.

*“The bank is holding up the transfer. I have to go to Denver to sign the physical release forms.”*

*“Stay quiet. If Anne suspects anything, she’ll freeze the account.”*

*“I love you. Just three more days and we’ll be on the beach.”*

I scrolled past his declarations of love, looking for his location data or flight details.

Then I opened the *Files* folder that had been cloned from Chloe’s cached attachments.

There was a PDF document labeled *Itinerary_Panama*.

I tapped it.