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.

my boy,” a slick, gravelly voice said through the receiver. “Arthur Pendelton. I represent your mother.”

My jaw tightened. “Do not contact me. You are required to speak to my attorney.”

“Now, now, let’s not rush to the formalities,” Pendelton chuckled, the sound like dry leaves dragged across concrete. “I’m standing in the lobby of Northwestern Memorial.continue reading …