He showed up at my office.
Not with flowers this time. He was carrying a folder, which told me it was not a romantic gesture but a deliberate one. He asked Kezia if I had twenty minutes. She looked at me through the glass partition and I nodded.
He came in and sat down and put the folder on my desk.
"I want to show you something," he said.
Inside the folder was a set of financial documents. He had transferred his share of the Midtown condo into my name alone. He had also prepared a letter to Elena confirming he would not contest the asset division related to the business contributions I had made in the early years of our marriage.
"You don't have to fight for any of it," he said. "It's yours. It was always more yours than mine."
I looked at the documents. I looked at him.
"This isn'
