At 5:42 p.m., I arrived with grocery bags and found my husband at the pool with the neighbor who pretended to ask for sugar every Tuesday. He whispered, “Don’t make a scene.” So I gathered his clothes, set the alarm, and let the whole neighborhood see who was lying.
PART 2 — FOLLOWING THE MONEY For six months, small transfers had been leaving our household account under vague descriptions such as landscaping, pool maintenance, and consulting fees. Individually, the amounts looked ordinary. Together,...