He scoffs. “Don’t be naïve. Freedom comes in degrees. This is where it starts.”
“Great, so after my divorce, can I use Jessica to sue your ass?”
He smirks. The twinkle of amusement outshines the irritation in his eyes. “Jessica’s a shark. But she’s my shark.”
My stomach twists with such jealousy I actually feel nauseous. “Well, the two of you can swim together. You deserve each other. I just want out.”
“You’re not going to get rid of that mudak husband of yours without my help,” he says.
“You know, I think I’ll find a way.”
“Tell me how,” he challenges. “You’re cut off from every single person who’s ever meant anything to you.”
“Plenty of lawyers work pro bono. Someone out there will help me.” It sounds silly even as I say it. But I have to say something. I can’t just take all this
