My husband took every dollar from our joint account and fled to Miami with his assistant, leaving me one cold text: “Don’t call me. I’m done pretending.” But he had no idea who was watching the money move—or what awaited him when he landed to find his card dead, eleven voicemails, and two men holding his name.
The alert on my phone flashed red at PM: $240,000 transferred out of Joint Savings. Before I could even process...