That is the coldest and most complete kind of power there is.

Chapter 17 — Six Months Later

Six months later, the evening sun laid a warm gold across the stone patio of my home.

The air was clean, carrying jasmine from the hills, and I sat by the infinity pool in a linen dress with a glass of chilled wine and, on the table beside me, a briefcase containing the finalized, signed divorce decree.

The legal process had been, as Camille promised, absolute.

Because I had kept my hands down, there was no counter-claim, no muddying, no leverage on their side at all.