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.

and settled, Liam,” Evelyn called over the sound of the rain. “Then put on a pot of coffee. We have work to do.”

Once Claire was settled in bed with a heating pad and a cup of chamomile tea, I went downstairs. Evelyn was at the oak dining table, documents arranged before her in meticulous, organized piles.

I poured two mugs of black coffee and sat across continue reading …