My breath hitched. It turned out that Liam had known about my divorce plans the whole time.
But the storm was far from over. Ethan and I still had unfinished business.
After that phone call to Chloe, she actually showed up in Silverwick and stormed straight to my doorstep.
With a loud whoosh of unfurling fabric, she held up a banner that screamed in bold red letters: Nora, Gold-Digging Husband Stealer.
My jaw dropped. Since when had Chloe, the queen of calculated moves, lost her damn mind? This was not just reckless. It was suicidal.
She planted that banner right outside my office like some deranged protester. And of course, Ethan was there too.
Chloe was three months pregnant with twins, and her belly was already swollen to an unnaturally large size. Gone was her usual designer-clad
