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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.

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Evelyn nodded slowly. She closed the black binder with a definitive snap.

“Then get some sleep, Liam,” the Queen’s Counsel said, rising and smoothing her suit. “Because tomorrow, we hunt.”

The morning of the mediation, the storm had broken, leaving the Chicago skyline clean beneath a brittle, painfully bright sun.

I stood before the mirror in our bedroom continue reading …

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