Vanessa asked about something she called the Arizopa account. Caleb smiled. “According to the court, that account doesn’t exist.” My attorney and I looked at each other. The Arizopa account was exactly what I had suspected for months, the hidden structure I had tried to prove and failed because Caleb moved money with the precision of someone who had been planning this long before the word divorce was ever spoken.
Vanessa asked what would happen if I found out. Caleb let out a laugh so casual it sounded like he was discussing a television show. “She won’t discover anything. She’s always been more sentimental than intelligent. She cries, falls apart, then apologizes. It’s predictable.”
The judge stopped the video. She did not make any dramatic gesture. She placed the tablet on the desk, removed her glasses, and looked first at Harper, then at me, then at Caleb. I have never in my life seen someone drain of color so completely while remaining upright.
