"I should have punched him harder." Wystan grits out. Ryder shoots me a look that asked when my brother hit my cheating scum of a husband.
"You should have." I agree.
"You have no proof?" Wystan asks, and I hum my no.
"Give me all that you can on Jax. What bank he's with, his security number, his address. Everything. I'll get in contact with the P.I." Wystan demands.
"Will do. Thanks." I mutter, my mind reeling as I wait for that relief to hit me, but it never comes. It won't come until there's actual proof of what that man did.
"And do call the lawyers and take them with you next time, would you?" Wystan sighs hopelessly. I smile, but don't remark on it. He's done so much. I could at least do what he asks of me.
"I'll have them on speed dial." I agree, ending the call.
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