Anabella Clayton's POV:
Outside the courthouse, I watched Bowden's car disappear into the distance, my body trembling with a fine, uncontrollable shudder.
Jewell stepped up beside me, his face a mask of grim frustration.
"Anabella, Bowden's target was Dexter's custody from the very beginning. All that talk during mediation about joint custody for both children was a smoke screen. Everything he orchestrated today—bringing Dexter to court, that 'performance' in the waiting room—it was all a carefully laid trap."
I knew. I should have seen it coming.
He knew he'd never win a battle for both children, so he pivoted to isolate Dexter, finding the one jagged wedge he could use to pry him from my grasp.
"I'm so sorry," Jewell murmured, reaching out to give my shoulder a supportive squeeze.
