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

over his coffee. Samuel started shouting that he needed to call Anthony.

I looked at him. “You can try.”

He did. The call failed.

Catherine came around the table toward me, pearls bouncing against her collarbone. “You will regret this,” she whispered. “Do you understand me? You’re burning bridges.”

I stepped closer instead of back. “No, Catherine. I’m continue reading …