“EIGHT MONTHS AFTER OUR DIVORCE, HE INVITED ME TO HIS WEDDING—BUT HE HAS NO IDEA WHAT I’M ABOUT TO BRING

“Not anymore.”

The next morning, my lawyer arrived.

Damon Reyes had been my father’s lawyer before mine. Silver at the temples. Sharp-eyed. Calm in a way that made secrets feel exposed.

He saw the baby, the folders, the documents, and didn’t ask if I was sure.

That’s why I trusted him.

“How much damage do you want done publicly?” he asked.

“All of it.”

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