Not equally. Not innocently. But differently.
My attorney, Michael Walker, opened the thick folder in front of him. “We are here to discuss the divorce settlement. My client is requesting primary custody, child support, and a complete review of all marital assets.”
Brandon leaned forward immediately. “That wasn’t our agreement.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Our agreement?”
“You agreed to leave quietly.”
The audacity of it almost made me laugh again.
“I left,” I said, “because your mother threatened me if I stayed.”
His eyes hardened. “Leave my mother out of this.”
“No,” I replied. “She involved herself the moment she decided I wasn’t good enough for the Hayes family.”
Vanessa looked down at the table. For the first time since I entered, she seemed uncomfortable. Almost embarrassed.
