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.

heavy with exhaustion and something I could not quite name. Relief. Grief. Gratitude. “Whatever your retainer, whatever the hourly rate —”

Evelyn raised a single hand, stopping me. She reached into her pocket and produced a heavy antique silver coin, pressing it into my palm.

“Your father paid my retainer five years ago, Liam,” she said softly, the sharp continue reading …