“I’ve had enough of this, Lyra,” he growled. “Come home with me. Right now! Or I’ll take everything back from your parents.”
Once upon a time, I might’ve panicked at those words—begged for his forgiveness just to keep the illusion of family intact.
But not anymore. I pulled my hand out of his grip. “Go ahead. Do whatever you want.”
Jordan immediately stepped between us, holding out her lawyer's ID.
“Mr. Alric Fenmoor, you don’t have the right to take her anywhere. I’m her divorce attorney now. This case is already underway.”
Alric froze, blinking in disbelief.
“You hired a divorce lawyer? No… that can’t be. There hasn’t been a court summons. You’re bluffing—right?”
He rubbed his temples and gave me a tired look. “Lyra, you’re not a child. Don’t you get it? All this drama is just destroying whatever we still have left.”
I stared at him. “Do we even have anything left?”
Before Alric could respond, his phone rang. He picked it up—and I could hear his assistant practically screaming on the other end.
“Mr. Fenmoor! We’ve got a problem. The divorce summons was delivered to the office—now the entire company knows you’re getting divorced!”
Alric went completely still. “What…?”
