“You said that already.”
“This isn’t just divorce anymore.”
“No,” I said. “It became fraud when you forged my signature.”
A pause.
Then his voice lowered. “I didn’t forge anything.”
“Then your mistress did.”
“Don’t call her that.”
I almost smiled. “That is the part that bothers you?”
He breathed hard into the phone. “You have no idea what kind of people your parents are.”
I looked through the glass doors of the study.
My father stood in the hall, holding Samuel against his shoulder. Samuel’s tiny fist was curled against his suit jacket.
“I know exactly who they are,” I said.
“No,” Adrian snapped. “You know what they let you know.”
Mara leaned closer, listening.
“What did Celeste tell you?” I asked.
His silence answered too much.
I continued, “Did she tell you she loved you? That you deserved more? That my family looked down on you? That she could help you take what should have been yours?”
