The prenuptial agreement was clean and complete.

Keystone’s capital had been proven, in documents older than my marriage, to be pre-marital property derived from my mother’s estate, and Damian had no claim on a single share of it.

The things we had acquired together were few and I did not want most of them.

Things carry the fingerprints of the life they were acquired in, and most of what Damian and I had owned together was, I found, something I could set down without a backward glance.

The house had been a stage set for his ambitions.