Five minutes after signing the divorce papers, I walked out with nothing but my son. Meanwhile, my ex-husband, his mistress, and his family gathered to celebrate his new life… until a call from his lawyer.

his tie. Sabrina slipped her arm through his. His mother kissed his cheek. His brother laughed loudly, celebrating like it was the beginning of a new life.

Grant looked at me—not with guilt, not even discomfort. Just relief.

He lifted his car keys like a toast.

I turned away.

Owen looked up at me. “Are we going home?”

I swallowed. “We’re going somewhere continue reading …