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.

Erica.

And one more note: "Please include a crib in the master bedroom."

A cradle.

I felt like I couldn't breathe.

I read every line.

Start date: the same day as his flight to Canada.

He wasn't going to Montreal.
He was settling twenty minutes from our house.

And that wasn't all.
Erica was pregnant.

I thought about our joint account at a bank in La Défense.

€650,000.
The majority came from the inheritance my parents left me when they died in a car accident on the motorway near Orléans.

He had insisted that we share everything "for the sake of marital transparency".

I understood now.