Shock contorted Peter’s face as he struggled to respond. “That’s impossible!” he spat, his voice rising. “That money is mine! The bitcoins are mine!” Cindy tilted her head, her calm demeanor unshaken. “Actually, no,” she said coolly. “The divorce papers clearly state the contents of the Cartier box belong to me.”
Peter’s protests died on his lips as the realization hit him. With a smile that spoke volumes, Cindy picked up her new Birkin bag and walked out of the gala, leaving Peter reeling in silence.Later that night, Cindy relaxed in her apartment, her Birkin bag resting elegantly on a chair. She poured herself a glass of wine and for the first time in years, she felt at peace.