Violet
I looked down at the document, Lucas’s words staring back at me in dark ink and pulling at every bit of my self-control. I felt the lawyers’ tension, felt the air heating around me with anger. I took a deep breath and kept reading.
Lucas painting himself in the right wasn’t surprising. The fact that he was saying that all of this had been according to my wishes, from the handover to the party, wasn’t surprising. When he tried to call me a humiliated and unstable woman, I brushed it off.
But it was the last line that drove me over the edge.
“He wants to claim that my father pressured him into marrying me?” I asked. “And void the prenuptial agreement because I’m only half a citizen of this country?”
I set the page down, setting my jaw. I thought back to all the work I had p
