My husband’s mistress smiled at him across a SoHo café—and then her husband slid into my booth and said, “I control nine figures. Nod once, and by tomorrow morning, we’ll be married.” I agreed in under three seconds, because Kevin had already dismantled my life quietly, piece by piece. I’d chosen the café for the plants and the illusion of privacy. From my seat, I watched my husband laugh with a woman in a red silk dress as if I were invisible. His wedding band caught the light when he touched h