My narcissistic mother shoved my pregnant wife in a courthouse and laughed—but she had no idea the ruthless attorney behind me was about to change everything.
laugh. The exact same laugh she had produced when Claire hit the floor.
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“No, I do not,” Eleanor scoffed, looking at me with undisguised contempt. “Liam, is this your grand strategy? Inventing imaginary bank accounts because you’re desperate to keep my house?”
Evelyn smiled. It was a breathtaking, terrifying thing.
