Benjamin sat across from me at his lawyer’s table, his expensive suit perfectly pressed, his smile wide and confident. He looked like he had already won. Maybe he thought he had.
“You’ll never touch my money again,” he whispered to me, just loud enough for his lawyer to hear. His voice carried that same tone he used when he told me I couldn’t buy groceries without asking first, or when he explained why I didn’t need my own credit card anymore. He looked proud, like a hunter who had just caught the biggest prize of his life.
Veronica sat in the gallery behind him, her perfectly manicured fingers resting on her designer purse. She leaned forward slightly, her red lips curving into a smile that made my stomach turn. “That’s right, sweetheart,” she said softly, her voice dripping with fake sweetness.
She called him sweetheart the same way I used to, back when I thought our marriage meant something. Back when I thought the man I married actually existed. Dorothy, Benjamin’s mother, sat beside Veronica like they were old friends planning a tea party.
Her silver hair was pulled back in a tight bun, and her cold blue eyes looked at me like I was something dirty she had stepped in. She had never liked me. Not from the day Benjamin brought me home eight years ago.
I wasn’t good enough for her precious son, she always said. Not rich enough, not classy enough, not worthy of the Foster family name. “She doesn’t deserve a cent,” Dorothy said, her voice carrying across the quiet room.
She smiled when she said it, the same smile she gave me every Christmas when she handed me a gift card to Target while giving Veronica expensive jewelry. Even before the affair, Dorothy had been planning my replacement. My lawyer, Mr.
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