The rain was falling hard outside the Manhattan courthouse when my husband handed me our divorce settlement and told me to sign it. Harrison stood beneath an umbrella with Khloe, the woman he had been sleeping with, while half my coat was left exposed to the freezing rain. Khloe pressed herself against him as though she were the one who needed protection, then glanced at me with a look she quickly disguised as concern. “Harrison, do you think Caroline will hate me?” she asked softly. He rubbed her back and said, “She won’t. You can’t force love.”

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“He knew enough.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means the information existed.”

I kept my voice even.

“He just never bothered to understand it.”

“But ten billion dollars?”

I hated the number whenever someone said it like that.

As though I had ten billion dollars stacked in a vault.

“Valuations are not cash, Jenna.”

“I know, but still.”

She paused.

“He’s losing his mind.”

I said nothing.

“He called Mark last night and said you tricked him during the divorce.”

“I didn’t.”

“I know.”

“His attorney received the disclosures.”

“I know.”

“He waived additional valuation.”

“I know.”

“He wanted the house, car, and cash.”

“I know.”

“Then there’s nothing to discuss.”

Jenna sighed.

“He’s telling people you humiliated him.”

I looked at the water beyond my office windows.

“I haven’t spoken publicly about him once.”

“I told him that.”

“How is Khloe?”

The question surprised even me.

Jenna hesitated.

“They’re still getting married.”

“Good.”

“You mean that?”

“Yes.”

I did.

Whatever Harrison and I had become, I did not want him standing outside my door asking for another chance because he discovered my net worth.

If Khloe truly made him happy, he should marry her.

I wanted that chapter closed.

Jenna lowered her voice.

“The wedding is still huge.”

I almost smiled.

“He promised her the absolute best.”

“I heard he put down deposits before the divorce was final.”

“That sounds possible.”

“There’s something else.”

I waited.

“He’s telling people you’re jealous.”

This time, I did laugh.

“Of the wedding?”

“Of Khloe.”

I rubbed my forehead.

“Jenna, I signed the papers.”

“I know.”

“I moved three thousand miles away.”

“I know.”

“I have not contacted either of them.”

“I know.”

“What exactly am I doing that looks jealous?”

She was quiet.

“Existing successfully, apparently.”

I smiled despite myself.

“That sounds exhausting for him.”

After we hung up, I thought about Khloe.

I had first met her at one of Harrison’s client dinners.

She worked in luxury event marketing and possessed the kind of social confidence that made strangers immediately feel as though they had known her for years.

She laughed at Harrison’s jokes.

She asked him questions about finance and listened with complete attention.

She touched his arm when she laughed.

At first, I disliked myself for noticing.

Then Harrison began mentioning her.

Khloe understands branding.

Khloe says you work too much.

Khloe thinks couples should prioritize each other.

Khloe made homemade pasta for her boyfriend once.

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The rain was falling hard outside the Manhattan courthouse when my husband handed me our divorce settlement and told me to sign it. Harrison stood beneath an umbrella with Khloe, the woman he had been sleeping with, while half my coat was left exposed to the freezing rain. Khloe pressed herself against him as though she were the one who needed protection, then glanced at me with a look she quickly disguised as concern. “Harrison, do you think Caroline will hate me?” she asked softly. He rubbed her back and said, “She won’t. You can’t force love.”
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