Rachel’s breath caught in her throat. The words blurred as tears filled her eyes. Page after page, Daniel had chronicled his desperate attempts to keep their family afloat, his misguided efforts to protect them from the harsh reality of ruin that loomed just beyond their manicured lawn. There were no offshore accounts, no hidden lovers. Just a man, drowning silently in his pride and fear.

She continued to read, discovering entries where he expressed his love for her and the children, his longing to break free from the façade but feeling trapped by expectations and reputations. Daniel had been terrified of letting her down, of admitting that the emperor wore no clothes.

In later journals, Rachel found evidence of Daniel’s attempts to turn things around. There were business plans, lists of potential investors, even drafts of a heartfelt confession he’d never found the courage to deliver. Rachel now realized that the luxury cars, the extravagant gifts for their children—all were carefully maintained illusions, props in the tragic play of their lives.