After My Divorce, My Ex Laughed Outside Court Then I Called My Dad and Fired Every Relative He Planted in Our Company

on the steps behind me.

“We’ll see,” I said, “how deep those roots really are.”

Anthony frowned. “What does that mean?”

I didn’t answer. I turned and walked toward my SUV.

Christina called after me. “Still acting like a queen.”

Anthony said my name once, louder.

I kept walking.

The second I closed the car door, the city noise vanished. Inside, the air smelled continue reading …