At a table laden with meat and seafood, my mother-in-law was the only person who left me with an empty plate: “We’ve run out of food for you.”

that!”

“Interesting,” I noted. “Because when your mother humiliated me two nights ago, your family certainly seemed to have plenty of money for a four-figure dinner.”

“It was just a dinner!”

“And my empty plate was ‘just a plate,’ right?”

Daniel went completely silent.

I took a thick folder from my desk drawer—a file I had prepared that morning with my attorney and college friend, Paula—and slid it across the glass table.

“I need you to pack your clothes and leave.”

Daniel opened it. His face lost all color. “Divorce?”