Well, at least I have good taste in men!
So she was willing to step aside and let him have his happiness.
Miles said she could come get the brooch whenever she wanted, or he'd have it delivered.
The moment Molly agreed, she felt lighter than she had in years.
I'm a good person, she told herself. Someday, someone will treasure me too.
When Mrs. Vance heard that Sibyl had once again pulled her son away at a critical moment, she slammed her hand on the table.
"That woman isn't worth half of what Molly is! What's gotten into Miles? I need to find a way to get those two together properly. A beauty like Molly, with that sweet temperament—she's exactly his type!"
"Mom, save your energy. I already talked to Molly." Miles walked in, half-dragging an exhausted Felix behind him. He raised an eyebrow at his parents, still awake at three in the morning.
"Talked about what?"
"Once I've recovered from the jet lag, we're getting divorced." He loosened his collar and sank onto the sofa.
"Molly agreed to this?" Mrs. Vance sounded skeptical.
"She did. I just dropped her off at home. She even wished me well." He paused. "Just as you wanted—from now on, we're siblings."