Forcing the Orphan Wife Out With Nothing

In the private room of the home-style restaurant, Richard filled my glass to the brim with top-shelf whiskey, his eyes full of envy. "Brandon, you're really something." I lifted the glass, swirled it gently, and watched the amber liquor turn under the light. "Of course." "She's walking away with nothing? She actually agreed to that?" Richard clicked his tongue twice. "Leona's such a straight arrow, I figured she'd put up a fight."