“You…” she started, taking a step closer, eyes flashing. “You have no right. Even as his ex-wife, you think you can barge in, claim what isn’t yours? You don’t get to decide anything!”

Her words hit me like a slap, a hot rush of anger and disbelief surging through me. My hands clenched at my sides. “No right?” I repeated, my voice sharp, cold. “Let me remind you, Celeste—just so you don’t forget—I am an ex-wife. I was his wife. I carried him in my life, in my heart, ...