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.

of an absolute executioner.

The temperature in the corridor seemed to drop ten degrees.

I did not need to turn around to know who it was. I had met her exactly once, two days earlier, in a penthouse office overlooking Lake Michigan.

Eleanor froze. The smug, victorious smirk nearly melted from her face, replaced by sudden, violent confusion.

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