Rebecca let out a contemptuous scoff. "What's with the attitude? I came all this way just to kindly remind you not to forget about the divorce."
She tilted her head, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "After all, now that your little burden is gone, you don't exactly have any leverage to keep Victor anymore, do you?"
She turned away, ignoring the inferno raging in my eyes. Her gaze swept the room like she was surveying a conquered territory, and then she left, thoroughly satisfied.
I watched her retreating figure, and in my heart, I spoke to Talia, word by word.
Baby, take a good look. The people who hurt you—Mommy won't let a single one of them go.
They'll pay for what they've done. Every last one of them.
Monday. Outside the county clerk's office.
A cold drizzle fell without end. The sky hung low and gray, like one vast tombstone pressing down on the world.
I stood at the bottom of the steps in black from head to toe, the broken plastic crown clutched tight in my hand.
A black Maybach pulled up in front of me.
Victor stepped out, radiating confidence, looking like a man who had everything going his way.
But when his eyes landed on my face, that easy smile froze for just a moment.