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

on the courthouse steps, smiling at me.

“Well,” Anthony said, sliding one hand into his pocket. “This is it.”

His voice was smooth, almost casual, like we’d just signed the closing papers on a property instead of tearing a life in half.

Christina leaned her head against his shoulder. He looked at the envelope in my hand and smiled wider.

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