Brianna suddenly rolled down the window and leaned halfway outside while laughing loudly.
“Well look at you, Gabrielle Sutton,” she shouted mockingly. “Digging through garbage like you always belonged there. Are you standing here hoping we will feel sorry for you?”
Gabrielle remained silent and she did not look toward Brianna. Instead she held Theodore’s gaze with eyes that carried a deep sadness so heavy that it made his chest ache.
“Drive already, Theodore,” Brianna continued impatiently. “Do not let this pathetic scene ruin our afternoon. And those babies probably belong to some random man you slept with, right Gabrielle?”
The insult triggered a memory that struck Theodore with brutal force.
One year earlier he had been standing inside the marble entrance hall of his Manhattan mansion while divorce papers lay scattered across a glass table. There had been financial documents showing massive transfers supposedly made by Gabrielle, photographs that seemed to capture her entering a hotel with another man, and finally the missing diamond necklace that had belonged to his mother which had mysteriously appeared inside Gabrielle’s suitcase after Brianna suggested searching her belongings.