At 3:17 a.m., I Thanked My Husband’s Mistress on Company Slack—Then a 2:41 Login Led to My Inheritance

There was no speech about how I had defeated the Lexington family.

I was grateful.

I did not want the rest of my life introduced as the conclusion to theirs.

“Are we still having coffee Friday?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“I found somewhere that won’t put syrup in it unless you ask.”

“A promising establishment.”

“And I will leave the files at the office.”