The divorce went through quietly.
Grant signed. The intern posted a vacation photo and then stopped appearing in my life. Daniel came to dinner once, ate Elias’s cooking in stiff silence, and left after telling me I looked happier than I had in two years. It wasn’t approval. It was the beginning of one.
I kept a drawer in the penthouse. Then a closet. Then I stopped pretending I still lived anywhere else.
People talked. Of course they talked. Three older brothers. One younger woman. My brother’s friends. The city’s favorite kind of ugly story. Elias didn’t hide me at events. Rhys put his hand on my back in restaurants. Cade kissed the corner of my mouth in the car like rumor was weather.
I stopped reading the comments.
On a Sunday night two months after I left Grant, I found all three
