I rolled my suitcase toward the door while Leo and Betty made themselves comfortable—Betty already lounging on my couch like she owned the place.

“It means karma has a strange way of evening the score,” I said.

Leo let out a cold laugh. “Karma? You’re walking out with nothing but a suitcase and cancer, Victoria. What exactly do you expect karma to do for you?”

Betty piped in, smirking. “Maybe she’s hoping some fairy godmother will swoop in and save her.”

I rested my hand on the doorknob and kept my voice even. “Keep talking. Time will tell.”

“Time?” Leo scoffed. “Yours is almost up.”

“We’ll see,” I replied, then walked out.

The hotel room was tiny but spotless. I sat on the bed, opened my laptop, and waited for the surveillance app to load. Years ago, after several break-ins in our Mexico City neighborhood, I’d secretly installed cameras throughout the house – something Leo never noticed because he was always traveling.

When the footage finally appeared, my heart clenched.

Hours of recordings showed Leo and Betty parading around the house – living room, kitchen, bedroom. But it wasn’t the cheating that made my blood roar. It was their words.

“He won’t be around much longer,” Leo said casually. “Canc3r patients rarely last.”

Betty laughed – a sharp, grating sound. “Then you’ll get the house and all the money. She’s been supporting you for years.”

“That stupid prenup she made me sign won’t matter once she di:es,” Leo added, pouring himself a glass of my wine. “I’ll act like the grieving widower. Everyone will feel sorry for me.”

“What if he doesn’t di:e?” Betty asked.

“Then I’ll make it clear he’s not welcome here. I already blocked access to the joint account. He has nowhere else to go.”