When Beatrice spotted me, a victorious little smirk played at her mouth.

“Ah, Loretta.

Let us make this swift.

Christopher has a very bright future ahead of him, and we would hate to delay his success.”

I did not dignify it with a reply.

I took my seat across from them.

Because the separation was uncontested — because I had requested zero alimony and claimed no interest in his failing company — the paperwork was surprisingly brief.

Christopher signed with an eager flourish, refusing to meet my eyes.