My profit margins, in the six months since I had stopped hemorrhaging money into that marriage, had climbed more than forty percent.

The money I earned with my own hands was, for the first time in five years, staying where it belonged: with me.

Chapter 20 — A Foundation of Her Own

After Darcy left, I carried my final divorce decree out onto the balcony, and I stood there for a while in the cool autumn wind, the document in my hand, and I looked down at the city.

It was an ordinary afternoon down there.

Cars moved along the avenue.