Daniel had been removed as managing director pending an independent audit.
Vanessa ripped off the bracelet and dropped it onto the table. “You told me you were about to buy her out.”
Lorraine turned toward him. “You risked everything for her?”
Daniel looked at me desperately. “Claire, please. Counseling. I’ll fix the company. Mom can leave.”
I felt no triumph.
Only relief.
“You had six years to treat me like a person.”
“I want my marriage back.”
“You want your infrastructure back.”
The divorce took seven months. The audit uncovered improper expenses, forcing Daniel to repay the company, settle tax penalties, and sell his sports car. My loans were repaid through a negotiated settlement. Lorraine moved into a senior apartment Daniel could actually afford. Vanessa disappeared before the audit ended.
I kept the house.
A year later, I sold it anyway.
I bought a smaller place near the river with tall windows, quiet mornings, and one coffee mug beside the sink.
