They could not prove otherwise because technically Robert didn’t own the house.
I did, through an LLC they could not trace back to me.
Vanessa hired a private investigator. He followed Robert for two weeks, photographed him grocery shopping, going to job interviews, eating dinner alone.
Nothing.
She tried to subpoena my bank records. The judge denied it. I wasn’t a party to the divorce.
By mid-August, her lawyer stopped returning calls.
On August twenty-second, Vanessa signed the papers.
No settlement. No alimony. She kept her leased Audi and half the credit-card debt.
Robert called me from the courthouse steps.
“It’s over.”
“Good. Come home. I’m making dinner.”
Dinner was spaghetti and store-bought sauce. I had never been a great cook. Daniel used to joke that my specialty was edible.
Robert ate two plates and said it was the best meal he’d had in months.
