Then I found the hotel receipt.
Then Brooke.
Then came months of watching Grant slowly abandon our marriage while Patricia grew increasingly cruel.
Finally, I called Daniel Reyes.
I placed Walter’s will on his desk.
I watched Daniel read it.
Then his entire expression changed.
“Do they know?”
“Who?”
“Grant. Patricia. Does anyone in that family know what this says?”
“No.”
Daniel looked stunned.
“They believe Patricia owns the property outright?”
“Yes.”
“And Grant thinks he’ll inherit it someday?”
“Yes.”
Daniel leaned back and removed his glasses.
He looked at me for a long moment.
Then he said,
“Mrs. Monroe, I think I’m going to enjoy this case.”
Grant’s attorney approached the divorce like a demolition job.
Their goal was simple.
Leave me with almost nothing.
Grant earned excellent money.
I didn’t.
After we married, I stopped working as a paralegal.
Patricia had strongly suggested that “Monroe wives” did not need careers.
