At our divorce signing, my ex and his fiancée mocked my thrift-store dress. “You’re stuck in the past,” he scoffed, tossing me a $10,000 settlement. He thought I was finished until my phone rang.
A lawyer informed me my late great-uncle had left me his multi-billion-dollar empire… with one sh0cking condition. The courthouse smelled faintly of bleach and lost hope. I stood there in my secondhand dress, gripping a faded purse that had once belonged to my mother. Across the table, my ex-husband, Mark, was signing the divorce…
