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.

dark, complex surge of vindication moved through me. Eleanor Vance, the reigning figure of Winnetka society, marched out in fake Chanel.

“Is she in jail?” Claire asked, her voice slightly unsteady.

“She was processed at the precinct,” Evelyn clarified. “Given her lack of prior criminal history and her considerable financial resources, she was released continue reading …