Frank took a half step toward me.

He kept his hands clasped behind his back.

I stared at the man I had been married to.

He truly believed he had won.

He thought he had cut my last connection to the empire I had built for him.

He had no idea I was carrying the faded blue folders with the thirteen original patents in the trunk of my car.

“How will you explain this to the board of directors?” I asked.