Naomi Henson was Darrell's college sweetheart. She and I had been classmates. After graduation, she'd gone abroad to build her career.
She'd returned six months ago, and my best friend Sophie Whitney was the first to tell me.
I hadn't given it a second thought. That was ancient history. Darrell and I had been married for five years. I trusted that he wasn't the kind of man to throw away a stable life just to chase an old flame.
But I didn't know Darrell as well as I thought. He hadn't just rekindled things with Naomi. He was plotting against me.
What they seemed to have forgotten, though, was that I was no pushover.
On the drive home, I steadied myself and started digging into our marital assets: real estate, savings, and the company's books.
Since we'd never had children, I'd spent all these years working at the company. Pulling up the financial records was child's play.
Then I reached out to Hudson Dickerson, the company's legal counsel. He was Sophie's husband, and I figured he'd be on my side.
I explained the situation. Hudson cleared his throat and asked to meet in person.
I skipped going home and headed straight to a coffee shop to meet him.