Mr. Lennox didn’t want insurance for his yacht while it was transported. He wanted his insurance company to move it. As asset protection blends with high-stakes looming divorce, unpack the story behind the impossible request and the polite no that followed.

I snap my fruit bowl shut and tuck it back in the fridge next to my Le Creuset flask of pasta he made with all the love. I see all his personal touches. A little like having my own personal concierge, but for my heart. I smile and then follow Noemie out the office doors.

Mrs Nadler had long hung up. But I carried on reading through the cover changes. The earlier telephone conversation drawing a small...