He Took Everything in the Divorce. Seven Years Later, He Came Back With Five Million

Seven years after my marriage to Don Aiden Moretti ended, I ran into him by chance at a florist tucked between two old buildings in Little Italy.

He was there to buy flowers for his pregnant wife.

I had only stepped inside to get out of the rain.

For a moment, neither of us spoke.

Seven years was a long time, even in our world. Long enough for old alliances to shift, for names once whispered across New York to fade, and for two people who had once shared the same bed to become strangers.

Eventually, we exchanged a polite greeting.

Aiden asked how I had been all these years.