Linda lifted her chin. “You’re married. What’s yours is his.”
I looked at her, then at my husband, and something inside me shifted. Not broken. Focused.
They thought grief had made me weak. They thought shock would make me give in.
Instead, I set the folder down on the table, met Ethan’s eyes, and said, “You’re right. I do have a surprise for both of you.”
Neither of them noticed how calm I had become.
That was the strange thing about betrayal. The first moment felt like falling off a cliff. The next felt like watching everything from outside your own body with terrifying clarity.
Linda smirked, probably thinking I had finally accepted my place. Ethan looked relieved, as if my quiet tone meant surrender.
“What kind of surprise?” he asked.
I pulled a document from the folder. “The sale closed today, yes. But the funds are not in our joint account.”
His expression shifted immediately. “What?”
