The black Mercedes stopped at the gate. Silence fell over the funeral like a curse.
I stepped out in red heels, not black. Red is for war.
"Who invited her?" my ex-mother-in-law hissed.
I smiled. "The dead man did. He left me everything in his will."
I held up the envelope. His son - my ex-husband - went pale.
Because he didn't know I was alive. And he definitely didn't know I was his father's ne