“Well, look who survived.”
I smiled back.
“Good evening, Vanessa.”
Daniel’s eyes moved over my simple navy dress before he gave a quiet laugh.
“I heard you disappeared after the divorce.”
“I moved.”
“Pretty much the same thing.”
Vanessa placed a hand against his chest.
“Daniel was worried you’d never recover.”
That almost made me laugh.
During our marriage, Daniel had controlled almost every financial decision while I quietly worked as a compliance attorney.
When I discovered his affair, he emptied our joint account before filing for divorce, convinced I would be too devastated to fight him.
I didn’t fight.
I walked away.
But I left with my professional licenses.
My reputation.
My career.
And an encrypted drive containing copies of financial records Daniel never realized I had seen.
Sometimes walking away doesn’t mean surrendering.
Sometimes it simply gives someone enough rope to create their own problems.
