Many Years After the Divorce, He Returned to Mock Her — Only to Find Her With Triplets and a Private Jet The air in the living room was heavy, thick with the quiet that follows the end of something once beautiful. Laura sat rigidly on the edge of the cream-colored sofa, her fingers tracing the rim of a teacup she hadn’t touched. Across from her, Curtis stood straight, distant — a man already halfway out the door. “I’ve signed everything,” he said flatly. “The lawyer will send the final notice on