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.

Then his voice changed into a wave of sudden panic.

“Ximena stole Chloe’s medical money?”

The intense corporate rage that followed did not impress me in the slightest.

I heard something heavy crash against the wall in his private office while Brendan shouted that he would destroy Ximena and make her pay dearly for what she had done.

“No,” I interrupted sternly.

Brendan stopped shouting instantly.