She thought about that.
Then smiled.
“Okay.”
And just like that, she returned to watching the clouds.
Children are remarkable.
Sometimes they heal faster than adults.
What Ethan never understood was that I had spent two years preparing.
Two years watching suspicious transfers.
Questionable investments.
Hidden accounts.
He thought I wasn’t paying attention.
But while he was busy with Vanessa, I was rebuilding myself.
Three years earlier, my grandmother had passed away.
She left me something Ethan never knew existed.
Forty percent ownership in a London-based technology company founded by my uncle.
At the time, the shares were valuable.
By the time my divorce was finalized, they were worth nearly twelve million dollars.
I never told Ethan.
Not once.
Because shortly after the inheritance arrived, I discovered the affair.
And something told me to stay quiet.
