Because that was the real prize, wasn’t it? The millions of dollars Nate refused to touch, sitting in an account like a promise waiting to be fulfilled. Money that could buy the life Trish had always deserved. The penthouse in Manhattan, the summer house in the Hamptons, the winters in Aspen. All of it within reach if she could just get Nate to see reason.

And when Paul kicked the bucket, and the old bastard had a bad heart, everyone knew it, then all his money as well. She’d heard him on ...