Godfrey went pale. “What?! You tricked us! You said the settlement money—”
“The settlement money is safely sitting in my wife’s private medical trust,” I interrupted, standing up. “You don’t get a single penny. And as of eight o’clock this morning, the sheriff’s department executed an eviction notice on the house. The SUV has been repossessed, and Godfrey’s auto shop has been locked under a court injunction.”
Selina gasped, clutching her chest, falling to her knees on the polished hospital floor. “You’re throwing your own mother onto the street?! For her?!”
“I sent you a hundred thousand dollars to take care of my wife,” I said, looking down at her with absolute detachment. “You put her in a storage shed, shaved her head, starved her, and stole her wedding gift while she was fighting for her life.”
I pulled the gold hummingbird necklace from my pocket—which I had retrieved from Selina’s nightstand with a police escort early that morning—and held it in my palm.
“You treated my wife like trash,” I said coldly. “Now you get to find out what it feels like to have nothing.”
EPILOGUE
Six months later, the spring sun shone brightly through the floor-to-ceiling windows of a coastal recovery villa in California.
