Four hundred million dollars.
It didn’t happen overnight, but it might as well have. The IPO turned Daniel from ambitious entrepreneur into financial royalty. Our house changed. Our friends changed. Invitations began to arrive from people who hadn’t remembered our birthdays before.
Vanessa noticed.
She started visiting more often.
She laughed louder at Daniel’s jokes. She touched his arm when she spoke. She began talking about “understanding the pressure of high-level success,” despite never having held a job longer than a year.
I didn’t see it at first. Or maybe I did, and I told myself I was imagining it. Sisters don’t betray sisters like that.
Except mine did.
The divorce was quick.
Daniel sat across from me at our kitchen island—the marble one he’d insisted on installing after the IPO—and avoided my eyes.
“I’m not happy,” he said.
