My Husband Took A Trip With Another Woman.

Now that the legal wheels are turning, I turn my attention back to the details that still don’t add up. Lisa and I huddle over our documents, scanning spreadsheets and transaction logs for anything we may have missed. “There’s still something missing,” I mutter, frustrated by the nagging sense that we’re overlooking a key detail. The answer feels close—just beyond our fingertips. We go through emails, receipts, and messages again, determined to close every gap in our understanding.

Lisa remains sharp, catching small inconsistencies and flagging them for deeper review. “We’re close,” she assures me, and her confidence gives me strength. We draw timelines, connect people to accounts, and compare patterns that seemed irrelevant before. Piece by piece, the puzzle begins to form a clearer picture. It’s tedious work, but with every passing hour, the missing piece seems nearer. We’re not just hoping to find the truth anymore—we’re on the brink of uncovering it.