She Announced My Replacement at the Ballet. Then the Curtain Rose on Her Ruin.

Celeste was laughing again when the process server touched Graham’s elbow.

“Mr. Graham Whitmore?”

Graham turned, irritated.

“You’ve been served.”

The envelope landed in his hand like a verdict.

Celeste’s smile vanished.

People noticed.

Of course they noticed.

A gala is just a courtroom with better lighting.

Graham opened the envelope.

His eyes scanned the first continue reading …