At exactly 11:47 on Christmas Eve, my husband accidentally sent me a photograph of himself in a hotel bed with his mistress while I was home alone caring for our two feverish babies.

your life and surrendering your leverage,” she’d told me.

I’d rolled my eyes but signed to please her.

One provision seemed especially excessive.

The emergency clause.

If I believed a spouse, partner, guardian, or authorized household representative threatened my safety, financial independence, or freedom of movement, I could activate immediate protection for my separate assets.

Cole knew about the trust.

He didn’t know about that clause.

He also believed I’d stopped communicating with its attorney because he’d repeatedly accused Mr. Harris of turning me against him.

I’d pretended to agree