I cried when I took my husband to the airport in New Delhi because he was “leaving for two years to Toronto”… but when I returned home, I transferred $650,000 to my personal account and filed for divorce.

I cried when I took my husband to the airport in New Delhi because he was “leaving for two years to Toronto”… but when I returned home, I transferred $650,000 to my personal account and filed for divorce.

From the outside, James seemed like the perfect husband. Responsible. Attentive. Ambitious.

We lived in a spacious house in Vasant Vihar. On weekends, we had breakfast in Khan Market, walked around India Gate, and made plans like any well-established upper-class couple in Delhi.

When he told me his company had offered him a position in Toronto, I was the first to celebrate.

“It’s my big opportunity,” he said. “Just two years, Sarah. After that we can invest more seriously here in India… maybe start something of our own.”

Two years apart.
Two years during which I would stay behind managing our properties in Gurugram and Bengaluru, our investments, our life.

I trusted him.
Because he was my husband.
Because I loved him.

Until three days before the supposed flight.

He came home early with several boxes.

“I’m getting things ready,” he said enthusiastically. “Everything is more expensive there.”

While he showered, I went into the study to look for some documents from our lawyer. His laptop was open.