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He texted me divorce papers while I was burying my father. Two months later, I bought his failing company as the anonymous investor he'd been desperately courting. Three years ago, I was the wife he controlled with financial abuse. Now I'm the CEO whose signature he needs to save his career. And it all started with seven words delivered coldly to my phone at my darkest moment: "I want a divorce. Papers attached. Curtis." The funeral home was quiet except for the soft instrumental music playing through hidden speakers. The scent of lilies—my father's favorite—filled the air, their sweetness almost overwhelming in the hushed space. I stood in my simple black dress, receiving condolences from family and friends who had come to pay their respects to Judge William Foster, a man who had spent thirty years serving his community from the bench. My father had been my rock, my moral compass, the voice of wisdom I turned to whenever life became too complicated. His sudden heart attack had left a void I wasn't sure could ever be filled. And now, as I stood beside his casket, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket—once, twice, three times. I ignored it. Whatever it was could wait. This moment was for my father.