I picked up the ring and noticed my hands trembling. I read my brother’s name engraved inside and punched the table with all my strength, feeling like every finger broke from the pain.

What the hell had that woman done to me? How had she filed for divorce? Why hadn’t the papers reached me? I wouldn’t grant the divorce. I wouldn’t fund any damn diabetes treatment. She wouldn’t do charity with my money. And the watch? I never thought I’d say this, but the watch was the least of my ...