For the first time, her smile flickered. Only for a second.
Then she laughed.
PART 2
The newspapers called me the widow who surrendered a fortune. Eleanor fed them photographs of herself entering our mansion, supervising movers, and removing my wedding portrait from the grand staircase.
She hosted a victory dinner before the court had finalized the transfers. Half the Vale board attended. So did Victor Shaw, Daniel’s former chief financial officer and Eleanor’s oldest accomplice.
Marcus came to my apartment furious. “They’re auctioning Daniel’s private collection Friday.”
“Good,” I said.
“Good?”
“The ownership certificates are in the collection.”
He stared at me. Then understanding arrived slowly. “You want her to submit them.”