The morning after we buried my father, my ex-husband’s new wife walked straight into his garden and told me to begin packing my belongings.

my father’s home.”

Brooke smiled.

“Your father’s estate,” she corrected. “And Mason was part of this family for years. It’s only fair that he receives what he is owed.”

The pruning shears felt heavier in my hand.

“You mean the same Mason who cheated on his wife with his assistant?” I asked quietly.

For one brief second, her smile slipped.

Then she laughed.continue reading …