Since you’re the one committing adultery and fathering a child out of wedlock, I’d suggest you look up how badly that goes in a courtroom.”

Diane’s arrogance slipped into fury. “Are you delusional? That penthouse is my son’s. He bought that car. You’ve leeched off his success for years, and now you want to steal from him?”

I leaned in. “You’re badly misinformed, Diane. The down payment and the mortgage have been funded almost entirely by my real estate commissions. I pay the car notes.

Your son’s middle-management salary barely covers his golf memberships and his dinners out. Wherever did you get the idea he’s my provider?”

Michael went a mottled crimson. “Do you have to be this vindictive?”

“Vindictive?” My voice bounced off the walls. “You defile our marriage. You get another woman pregnant. You let your mother treat me like diseased livestock.