MINUTES BEFORE THE WEDDING, I overheard my future daughter-in-law whisper: “I’m divorcing him as soon as the inheritance clears.” She thought no one heard. I just smiled… and set a trap she would never see coming.

“I’m divorcing him once the inheritance clears.”

The voice stopped me cold. I hadn’t even knocked yet, just stood outside the bridal suite with a bottle of water in one hand and a folded napkin in the other. I wasn’t meant to hear anything. I wasn’t even supposed to be there. Candela had texted earlier, saying she needed a moment to breathe. But her voice rang out, crisp and amused, cutting through the crack in the door like it was rehearsed.

“Worked in Baton Rouge, too,” she added, laughing lightly. “Kyle’s easy.”