I gently placed both objects on the glass table directly in front of my ex-husband.
“All yours,” I said quietly.
Alexander looked down at the keys.
Then back at me.
A victorious smile slowly spread across his face.
He truly believed he had won.
In his mind, he was watching a defeated woman walk away with two young daughters, a few suitcases, and a settlement check that would barely cover a handful of years of expenses.
He thought he had outsmarted me completely.
I did not correct him.
I did not tell him that during the eight months of his obvious betrayal, I had quietly liquidated my own pre-marital technology investments.
I did not tell him that I had secured complete and legally protected sole custody of our daughters during our private mediation.
I did not tell him that I had purchased a sprawling ocean-view estate in Santa Barbara under my maiden name, paid entirely in cash.