“The condo stays with me. The car too,” he added. “And if Evelyn wants to take the kids, fine.
It makes my new life simpler.” His older sister, Bianca, leaned against the doorway wearing the familiar satisfied expression she always had around me.
“Exactly,” she said. “Adrian deserves someone who can finally give this family a son.
Why would he want an exhausted former wife with two children following him around?”
I did not respond. I simply slid the condo keys across the table. “What was never truly yours eventually finds its way back,” I said quietly.
Outside, a black luxury SUV pulled smoothly to the curb. A driver stepped out in a pressed suit and lowered his head politely.
“Ms. Evelyn, your transportation is ready.” Adrian stared. His expression shifted immediately.
“What is this supposed to mean?” he asked. “Since when can you afford something like that?”
I gave him no answer. While my children and I headed toward Bellmere International Airport, Adrian’s family arrived at Crestwood Family Clinic as though they were attending a celebration.
