A string orchestra played beside a champagne fountain while executives, politicians, investors, and society photographers congratulated Ethan and Vanessa.
I watched the livestream from my attorney’s office.
Vanessa wore a pale gold gown draped elegantly over her pregnancy.
Margaret stood beside her, glowing.
“To new beginnings,” she announced, raising a glass.
My attorney, Daniel Mercer, looked at me.
“You can still let the process happen quietly.”
“No.”
“Claire—”
“She threw my belongings into the street this morning. Tonight she’s spending money she doesn’t own, inside property she doesn’t own, to
