I crouched down, picking up the shards piece by piece. That photo had been taken on our wedding trip. I was leaning on his shoulder, smiling sweetly, and he had said the happiest thing in his life was to have me in that frame.
Now, the photo was broken. So was our marriage.
“When will we get her parents’ old house?” Chloe asked Daniel in a low voice.
My hands paused, but I pretended to keep sweeping.
“Soon. I’ve already asked an attorney to start the property transfer. She’ll sign—she always does what I say.” Daniel’s voice carried smugness.
“That house is in a great neighborhood. Selling it would fetch a good price.”
“Sell it? No. I’ll keep it for you as your art studio. Once you become a famous painter, we’ll be rich.”
Expressionless, I finished cleaning and returned to the storage room. From under the bed, I pulled out a second phone I had secretly bought yesterday.
I dialed a number.
“Mr. Anderson, is everything ready?”
A familiar voice replied, “Emily, it’s all set. The replacement property deed is being processed, and I’ve gathered the evidence you asked for.”
