Those were ordinary words.

They did not contain a secret code, a surprise billionaire, or a hidden fortune.

Yet they changed his expression because he had spent months believing the divorce would let him keep the appearance of wealth without facing the cost of maintaining it.

He imagined I was losing because I would leave without the possessions everyone admired.

He forgot that most of our evenings in that beautiful house had been filled with anxious conversations about bills.

He forgot that I had spent years trying to get him to look at statements rather than glossy valuations.