My ex-husband was marrying his mistress that same evening.
And just a few hours later, one question at their reception shattered everything he believed about me:
“Do you know your ex-wife owns fourteen companies?”
The second Daniel heard those words, everything changed.
When I stepped outside the courthouse that afternoon, he was still laughing.
He stood on the marble steps with Vanessa wrapped around his arm, her new diamond catching the winter sunlight.
She wore bright red lipstick, a white fur coat, and the expression of someone who believed humiliation and victory were the same thing.
Daniel called after me loudly enough for his lawyer to hear.
“Well, Claire, enjoy economy class.”
Vanessa laughed.
“Be nice, babe. She probably doesn’t even know how to travel without you paying.”
The moment I walked out of the courthouse, I went straight to the airport and boarded a plane alone.
