22 August 2026

Five minutes after I signed the divorce papers, I stepped out of the courthouse with nothing except my son. Behind me, my ex-husband, his mistress, and his family were already celebrating his “fresh start”… until his phone began to ring.

I turned away.

Owen looked up at me. “Are we going home?”

I swallowed. “We’re going somewhere safe.”

Behind us, a champagne bottle popped. They were celebrating. Right there in the courthouse parking lot.

Then Grant’s phone rang.

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