An ambush.

Luca had chosen this afternoon, this exact afternoon, to end our marriage on the front porch, in front of our children, with his mistress standing beside him in my jewelry.

He did not know what was in my purse.

He did not know where I had spent the morning.

He had no idea that the ground he was standing on, so confidently, in his navy suit, was already, legally, mine.

Chapter 4 — She Needs to Leave