I left the hospital carrying my daughter’s ashes when my husband finally called from wherever he was with his mistress and coldly said, “The bill has been taken care of. Stop bothering me.” I didn’t argue with him. I didn’t allow him to hear my voice break.

“Who the hell is backing you?” Brendan demanded, his voice hushed and furious.

“No one,” I replied smoothly.

“Vance Capital appeared out of nowhere,” he insisted, glaring at me.

“It didn’t appear out of nowhere, Brendan,” I said quietly.

“You simply never bothered to learn who your wife was.”

His facial expression hardened.