That gave it value.
Six months later, my house looked entirely different.
I replaced only what mattered.
I realized how little I missed.
I bought a smaller sofa, long oak table, and absurd espresso machine costing more than Daniel’s first car.
His old game room became my library.
My career changed as well.
A client heard what happened and joked that anyone who dismantled a dishonest husband so efficiently deserved bigger cases.
Three months later, I made managing partner.
Daniel moved into a one-bedroom apartment after Margaret kicked him out of the lake house when creditors began calling.
Their relationship soon collapsed.
