“Your daughter is not blind… it is your wife who has been putting something in her food.”

The afternoon heat beat down on the city of Accra, making the air thick and restless. In a quiet park tucked away among busy streets, long shadows stretched across the grass.

But Marcus Bennett barely noticed any of that.

He had once been a feared titan in the world of international finance; his name commanded respect from glass towers to bustling markets. Yet today he sat hunched over a wooden bench, looking like a man defeated by something money couldn’t fix.

Sitting next to her was her seven-year-old daughter, Lila.