Chapter Four
The rolling hills that stretched for miles made up the estate his father, Ron Broadstone, had owned since Justin was born. He had purchased it right before marrying Justin’s mother and building her a massive, impressive four thousand square foot home, but she had walked out on him and her only son, leaving with another man, his father’s then business partner, both of them starting a new life in Delaware.
It wasn’t that Justin didn’t know Gloria Broadstone-Wittingham. (Yes, she had kept his dad’s name for position or something, he was sure.) It was just that she’d chosen someone else and walked out when he was only a year old. There wasn’t a chance in hell his father would have let her take him with him, and, needless to say, she’d made her choice. She saw him twice a year, a
