I settled down in my new apartment.
I'd purchased this two-bedroom, well-ventilated unit under Lauren's name the previous year and kept it hidden for twelve full months. Randal never had the slightest clue it existed.
I turned on my laptop, and four split-screen feeds popped up, showing every corner of our marital home in sharp detail.
I poured myself a cup of warm water and pulled up saved footage, starting from recordings dated one month earlier.
In the clip, Peggy walked Randal into a high-end luxury boutique.
Randal stood at the counter, trying on a green-faced Rolex, his hands shaking so badly he struggled three times to fasten the watch clasp.
"How much?" he asked the shop clerk in a hushed voice.
"One hundred and forty-eight thousand dollars."
He swallowed hard and glanced b
