“You thief,” she spat, her face inches from mine.

“You entered our family and stole everything we built.”

“You built nothing, Gloria,” I said, looking her in the eye.

“You lived on a reputation that died twenty years ago.”

“My money paid for your country club dues last year.”

“My money paid for the luxury car sitting in your garage.”

“I did not steal from you. I simply stopped supporting you.”

Graham looked like he had been struck.

He looked down at his expensive Italian leather shoes, then up at the grand limestone facade of his family home.

“Where are we supposed to go?” he asked, his voice suddenly small.

“That is no longer my concern,” I said.

“My lawyers have already filed the divorce papers.”

“You will receive them tomorrow morning.”

“You can keep your clothes and your personal effects.”

“Everything else belongs to the estate.”

One of the deputies walked over to us, his hand resting on his belt.

“Is there a problem here, ma’am?” he asked me.

“No, deputy,” I said. “These people were just leaving.”