“Start packing!” was the first thing my ex’s new bride said when she arrived

“My father built every inch of this house and planted every tree with his own hands, so this isn’t just about money to me.”

“Wake up, because everything in this world is about money,” she snapped back at me. “Tomorrow you are going to learn that lesson the hard way.”

She turned to leave, but before she passed through the garden gate, she delivered one final, cruel blow.

“You really should start packing, because Simon and I are going to remodel the second we move in. We are going to start by ripping out these old-fashioned rosebushes since everything here needs a more modern look.”

Her heels clicked away down the stone path until she disappeared from sight. I looked down at the white flowers and realized I had accidentally crushed several delicate petals with my muddy hand.

I pulled out my phone and dialed a number I knew by heart.

Part 2

“Attorney Brenda, it’s me,” I said the moment she picked up the call. “Misty just came here to threaten me.”

Her professional tone shifted instantly to one of deep concern.

“What exactly did she say to you, Cassandra?”

“She said exactly what we were afraid of, so I need to know if you can come over right now.”

“I am on my way,” she replied firmly, “and you shouldn’t worry because your father thought much further ahead than any of them.”