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.

holding a tan leather briefcase.

I walked toward him. I did not extend my hand.

“Mr. Vance,” Pendelton smiled, flashing perfectly capped white teeth. “Glad you came down. How is the lovely Claire?”

“If you ever say my wife’s name again, I will break your jaw right here in front of security,” I said, my voice quiet and free of any expression.

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