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”

turned back to me.

“I want to do this properly,” he said. “Whatever you need. Whatever they need.”

“What I need is for you not to turn this into a war.”

“I won’t.”

“You say that now.”

“I mean it.”

I searched his face.

“And when your lawyers tell you what you’re entitled to?”

His expression darkened.

“I don’t care what I’m entitled to. I care about what I already continue reading …