Chapter 7

The knock on my office door came at precisely nine-thirty in the morning, sharp and insistent like everything else about Stetson. I didn't need to look up from my case files to know who it was—the rhythm was as familiar as my own heartbeat, though now it made my skin crawl instead of ski

Chapter 8

I stood in what was once our bedroom, watching Stetson pace like a caged animal. The family home that had witnessed ten years of our marriage now felt like a battleground, with familiar objects transformed into painful reminders of what we'd lost.

"You can't just throw everything away,"

Chapter 9

The conference room at Walker & Associates buzzed with excitement as the legal team gathered around the massive oak table. Six months had passed since my divorce from Stetson, and in that time, I'd found my footing in ways I never could have imagined. Today marked the culmination of our