“She works as a junior analyst at his wealth management firm here in Anchorage,” Brenda explained quietly.

“But Mrs. Hayes… it gets worse.”

I stared at the photo of the smiling monster who had married my daughter. “Tell me.”

“Sarah and Greg finalized an expedited divorce last month,” Brenda said. “He claimed legal abandonment and ‘incompatibility due to chronic illness.’ Sarah signed the divorce papers right from her oncology bed while heavily medicated on fentanyl.

He officially remarried Chloe two weeks later in Nassau.”

I gripped the edge of the table so hard my fingernails dug into the cheap laminate. He hadn’t just abandoned her. He had systematically, legally discarded her.