The Divorce That Freed Me

sday morning. I was in the drawing room with Liam, readi

vault, Ava. I want the sapphires.

I said, not taking

ands, tossing it onto a nearby table. "This i

up. "Leave my mommy alone!" he said, his small v

don' t fight," she said softly, the picture of concern. But

son stumbled backward and fell, his head hitting th

digging into my flesh like talons. "Don' t you dare!" he snarled, hi

I cried, strugglin

yelled. He raised his free hand and, without a m

ped. The quiet drawing room, the crying children, Chloe' s triumphant smirk-it all f

dead in the eye, my vision surprisi

on' t get to decide

ut a folded document. I threw it on the table in front of him. "This is from my lawyer. It' s a p

into a flicker of panic. He had never believed I would actually do it. He had pushed and pushed, alway