My Husband's Other Life
"Estelle, wait all you want. I'm not returning that 1.5 million, and I'm certainly not giving you the house. Sue me all you want. As for Zachary…"
She stood, picked up her bag, and slung it over her shoulder. "Ask him who he chooses—you, or his two children."
She walked toward the door, then looked back at me one last time. "Oh, right. I forgot to tell you. Zachary's mother's bracelet. You know, the family heirloom? It's already mine."
Then, she pushed the door open and left. The cafe fell quiet again. I sat in the booth, staring at the now-cold cup of coffee on the table, and started chuckling.