who survived.”
I smiled back.
“Good evening, Vanessa.”
Daniel’s eyes moved over my simple navy dress before he gave a quiet laugh.
“I heard you disappeared after the divorce.”
“I moved.”
“Pretty much the same thing.”
Vanessa placed a hand against his chest.
“Daniel was worried you’d never recover.”
That almost made me laugh.
During our marriage, Daniel had controlled almost every financial decision while I quietly worked as a compliance attorney.
When I discovered his affair, he emptied our joint account before filing for divorce, convinced I would be
