Marco’s POV
Marco adjusted his tie in the reflection of his car window, exhaling sharply. He wasn’t nervous—he was pissed. Pissed that he even had to be here. Pissed that his name had been dragged into some mess with a woman he didn’t even know. Pissed that this nonsense was interfering with the real issue at hand: his marriage.
With one last deep breath, he headed toward the courthouse, pushing through the revolving doors of the Daley Center and into the chaotic bustle of the lobby. He spotted his attorney, Noah, standing near the security checkpoint, scrolling through his phone.
“You ready for this?” Noah asked without looking up.
Marco scoffed. “Do I have a choice?”
Noah smirked as they stepped through the metal detectors and made their way to the 16th floor, where the child suppo
