During my daughter’s baby shower, I walked in to find her on her hands and knees scrubbing spilled wine off the rug.

him.

Almost.

“The hotel security footage from April. The messages with your assistant. The apartment lease signed under your company name. All of it was delivered to Emily’s attorney at nine this morning.”

Patricia hissed furiously, “You vindictive old woman.”

For the first time all afternoon, I smiled.

“Old women keep receipts.”

The ballroom erupted.

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