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.
the irrefutable evidence of her decade-long betrayal.
“It’s… it’s fabricated,” Eleanor stammered, her voice thin and hollow. She looked toward the mediator, Judge Harrison, who regarded her with an expression of open disgust. “Judge, this has been manufactured! My son is trying to frame me! I am a grieving widow!”
