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.
“Good morning, everyone,” the mediator, a tired-looking retired judge named Harrison, said as he entered and took his seat. “We are here for the emergency mediation regarding the estate of Thomas Vance. Mr. Pendelton, you filed the motion. The floor is yours.”
Pendelton stood, buttoning his jacket. He looked at continue reading …
