“WHAT? YOU’RE FILING FOR DIVORCE?”
The words ricocheted through the air like a thunderclap, freezing the room in an instant. Everyone present seemed to forget how to breathe. The guard hovering in front of the door, the couples scattered across the rows of tables, even the serving staff who had wandered in earlier turned to stare.
Olivia felt as though she had been caught naked in public. Her ears felt hot, and her cheeks ignited into a shade of red that could only be described as embarrassingly fluorescent. She wanted to sink into the floor and vanish.
Across the table sat Sloane Abraham, her lawyer and partner in crime. Sloane was one of the few people in the world Olivia could trust completely. The one who would never pry unnecessarily, who could carry her secrets without breathing a
