Part 1
“You should start packing immediately, because as soon as they read this tomorrow, the entire estate will be ours.”
Misty’s voice pierced the air above the white roses before I even had time to look up from my work. Her stiletto heels sank into the damp earth of my father’s garden, as if she were walking down a catwalk rather than treading the ground where he had spent half his life.
I continued to prune the dead branches with the shears, slowly and carefully, just as he had taught me when I was little. He always told me to work with a steady hand, never damaging the tree unnecessarily.
She’d planted those rose bushes on the very day of my wedding to Simon, telling me that white symbolized new beginnings. Looking back, the irony is almost unbearable: there they were, witnesses to the end of my twelve-year marriage.
The flowers remained unchanged even after my ex-husband left me for his assistant, the same woman who now stood before me, drenched in perfume and radiating arrogance.
“Hi, Misty,” I said softly, refusing to give her the satisfaction of a direct look.
He flashed that fake, honeyed smile he always used when he wanted to humiliate someone with a whisper.
“Harrison’s will will be read tomorrow morning, and Simon and I think it would be best to discuss it as adults before things get awkward.”
I wiped my dirt-stained hands on my gardening apron and stood up to my full height. I was much taller than her, even in her ridiculous stiletto heels.
“We have absolutely nothing to say to each other, because this is my father’s house.”
“This is actually your father’s legacy,” he corrected me, savoring every syllable. “Simon was like a son to him for a long time, so we have a right to expect what is rightfully ours.”
I felt the weight of the metal scissors in my hand and a wave of cold anger washed over me.
“Are you talking about the same Simon who cheated on his wife with his secretary?” I asked softly and calmly.
“Oh, come on, it’s all over now,” she said, waving her hand as if swatting away a pesky fly. “Harrison forgave him, and they continued going to the country club together every Sunday until the end.”
The end came too quickly for all of us.
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