The divorce papers arrived on our anniversary.\n\nI stood in the penthouse kitchen, still wearing the silk robe he gifted me, staring at the notarized clause that stripped me of every Vaelor asset. The same hands that once cradled my face had signed away my life. And then I saw it—the photo attached: Julian, bare-chested, laughing in bed with Lillian. In our bed.\n\nMy phone buzzed. Unknown number. A voice said, 'They’re moving your mother’s paintings to auction. By midnight, they’ll be gone—and with them, the last proof of your legitimacy.'\n\nI looked around the apartment I’d decorated, the life I’d curated for us, and made my decision.