MY BILLIONAIRE EX-HUSBAND SAT NEXT TO ME ON A FLIGHT JUST TO MOCK ME—THEN THREE LITTLE BOYS RAN FROM A BENTLEY CALLING ME “MOM”

calculating.

Broken.

“I’m not asking to take them,” he said. “I’m asking to understand. Please.”

I looked toward the boys.

Ethan was pretending not to listen.

Oliver wasn’t pretending at all.

“Tomorrow,” I finally said. “Public place. One hour. You don’t bring lawyers. You don’t bring security. You don’t bring Marissa.”

At the mention of her name, his voice continue reading …