I was summoned to my ex-husband’s father’s will reading a year after our divorce—and when the attorney opened the file, he looked straight at me instead of the family and said, “Ms. Rowan, I’m glad you’re here.” In that moment, I realized this wasn’t going to be an ordinary reading. Whatever Robert Whitlock had left behind, it was about to change everything.

Jason broke the silence first.

“Emily, just sit down so we can get this over with.”

I glanced at him.

He looked exactly the same. Expensive suit. Perfect haircut. That polished smile I had once mistaken for honesty.

“I’m comfortable standing,” I said.

Margaret clicked her tongue.

“Always dramatic.”

I laughed softly.

Coming from her, that was almost funny.

Megan stood beside Jason, wearing a smug expression that suggested she believed stealing someone else’s husband was some kind of achievement.