And that was exactly why I had made sure he would have plenty of witnesses for what was coming next.
Because Daniel believed the divorce had left me with almost nothing.
What he didn’t understand was that the assets he demanded were never the foundation of my life.
They were simply the things he could see.
The things with addresses.
Keys.
Paintings.
Titles.
The things he could brag about taking.
What he had never bothered to understand were the structures behind them.
The companies.
The agreements.
The ownership interests.
The investments he had dismissed for years because they didn’t carry his name.
He had spent twelve years believing I existed somewhere behind his success.
Quietly useful.
Convenient.
Forgettable.
The moment I walked out of the courthouse, I went straight to the airport and boarded a plane alone.
