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.
“She’ll need it,” Evelyn said dryly, drawing up a plastic chair and sitting with remarkable grace. She set her folio on the small rolling table. “Because the war has officially started.”
My stomach tightened. “What happened at the courthouse after we left?”
Evelyn leaned back, pressing her fingertips together. “Your mother was arrested,continue reading …