I reached into my bag again and took out two navy passports.

“The visas were approved last week,” I said. “I’m taking the children to study in London.”

The room went silent.

Brittany’s face twisted. “Are you insane? Do you know how much that costs? You don’t have money.”

I looked at them evenly.

“That is no longer your concern.”

At that moment, the office doors opened. A chauffeur in uniform stepped inside.

“Miss Sarah, the car is ready.”

Through the lobby windows, a black Mercedes waited at the curb.

Bradley shot to his feet. “Who is paying for this?”

I took Madison and Connor by the hands.

“From this moment on,” I said, “the children and I will never interfere with your new life.”

Then I walked out.

Inside the car, the driver handed me a sealed envelope. Inside were bank records, transfer receipts, and photos of Bradley and his mistress, Tiffany, signing papers for a luxury condo—the same condo my parents had helped us buy when we first married.