He Smirked While Signing the Divorce Papers—Not Knowing His Wife Was the Heiress

slowness, he withdrew a crisp hundred-dollar bill and tossed it onto the table between us.

“Keep the change, Natalie. Buy yourself a new apron. Maybe one that doesn’t smell like your crushed dreams.”

He walked out without looking back, the bell above the diner door chiming cheerfully as if celebrating his departure. Through the window, I watched him continue reading …