I cried inconsolably saying goodbye to my husband at the airport, playing the role of the weak and vulnerable wife… but behind those tears was 650,000 euros and a long-planned divorce.

From the outside, James seemed like the perfect husband.
Responsible. Caring. Ambitious.

We lived in a large house in Neuilly-sur-Seine. On weekends, we had breakfast in Saint-Germain-des-Prés, we strolled along the Champs-Élysées, we made plans like any stable and well-off couple in Paris.