Godmother To His Son Then I Took His Kingdom Chapter 08
On my second day in Santa Fe, I held a video conference with my lawyer in Boston.
On the screen, he went through the asset list item by item.
“What about the Back Bay townhouse? Graham is willing to transfer full ownership to you.”
“I don’t want it.”
“And the compensation offered by the Whitmore family trust—”
“I don’t want that either.”
I sent him the documents I had already organized.
“Separate all premarital assets and all gains from my personal investments. As for marital property, I want only what I am legally entitled to. Not a cent more.”
My lawyer was silent for a moment. “Mara, you could take much more.”
“I’m only taking what belongs to me.”
After the meeting, I deactivated my old phone number, deleted my social media accounts, and permanently shut down the email address I had used for years.
From the digital world to the physical one, I gave Boston no way to find me.
A week later, I registered my own art investment advisory firm.
The connections and experience I had built over the years became my sharpest assets. During the day, I met with collectors, visited galleries, and evaluated projects. At night, I analyzed valuation reports and drafted investment plans.
I scheduled my life down to the minute.
Sometimes I would work until dawn, fall asleep at my desk for two hours, then change into a fresh blouse and head to the next client meeting.
The company quickly landed its first round of projects.
At an industry cocktail party, a neighbor I had recently met, Eli Navarro, walked over with a glass in his hand. He was an artist and one of the exhibitors that night.
“I’ve been wondering,” he said, his gaze direct. “Why move from Boston to Santa Fe all of a sudden?”
I held my glass and answered calmly, “I ended a marriage.”
He didn’t press, just waited.
I looked out at the unfamiliar city lights beyond the window and added quietly, “To start a new life.”
He seemed to catch the flicker of sadness in my voice, but all he did was clink his glass lightly against mine.
“Then here’s to your rebirth.”
I smiled my thanks and turned to greet my next client.
I had to keep working, keep meeting clients, keep reading reports.
Because if I stopped, I would think of that freezing operating room.
And of the child I never even had the chance to know.