She looked past me at the empty concrete slab.

“Is it true that your husband tried to claim the house in the divorce, but the land was solely in your name?” she asked.

“My attorney has all the legal documentation,” I said.

“We’ve also reached out to Sterling Advertising,” the reporter said. “Several of his clients have already contacted us for comment.”

I felt a quiet thrum of satisfaction in my chest.

“I have no comment at this time,” I said.

I shifted the car into reverse and backed slowly out of the driveway.

Chloe watched the reporter in the rearview mirror as we drove away.

“Mom, is this going to be on the news?” she asked.

“I think it might be, sweetie,” I said.

My phone rang through the car’s Bluetooth system.

Richard’s name flashed on the dashboard screen.

I pressed the button on the steering wheel to answer.

“Alexandra, what the hell did you do?” his voice boomed through the speakers.

He sounded breathless and frantic, a stark contrast to his usual calculated tone.

“I didn’t do anything, Richard,” I said.