I was summoned to my ex-husband’s father’s will reading a year after our divorce—and when the attorney opened the file, he looked straight at me instead of the family and said, “Ms. Rowan, I’m glad you’re here.” In that moment, I realized this wasn’t going to be an ordinary reading. Whatever Robert Whitlock had left behind, it was about to change everything.

“That’s true,” he said calmly. “But soon, you will.”

A chill crept down my spine.

I didn’t need to turn around to know who sat behind me.

I could practically feel their presence.

Jason.

Megan.

Margaret.

Jason was my ex-husband.

Megan was his former assistant—the woman he’d cheated on me with.

And Margaret was his mother, a woman capable of making a simple greeting sound like a personal attack.