My ex’s new wife showed up at my recently buried dad’s house and blurted out, “Start packing!” While I was pruning the roses in the garden, I let her talk… until she made the mistake that would ruin her

She flashed that fake, sugary smile she always used when she intended to humiliate someone with a whisper.

“Harrison’s will is being read tomorrow morning, and Simon and I think it would be best if we talked like adults before things get uncomfortable.”

I wiped my dirt-stained hands on my gardening apron and stood up to my full height. I was several inches taller than her, even with her wearing those ridiculous designer heels.

“There is absolutely nothing for us to talk about, as this is my father’s house.”

“It is actually your father’s estate,” she corrected me, savoring every syllable of the word. “Simon was like a son to him for a very long time, so the least we can expect is to receive what is rightfully ours.”

I felt the heavy weight of the metal scissors in my grip and felt a surge of cold anger.

“Are you talking about the same Simon who cheated on his wife with his own secretary?” I asked in a low, steady voice.

“Oh, please, all of that is in the past now,” she said while waving her hand as if she were shooing away a pesky fly. “Harrison forgave him, and they continued to go to the country club together every Sunday right until the very end.”