Only disbelief.
“You planned this.”
I shook my head.
“No.”
She frowned.
“I trusted him.”
For the first time in years, she had no response.
Neither did Daniel.
Three months later, the divorce was finalized.
I kept the house.
Half the investments.
Most importantly, my dignity.
As for the wedding gift?
The gift I carried out of that ballroom?
I finally mailed it to Daniel’s sister after everything ended.
Inside the box was a handwritten note.
