I pressed down hard on my wound, forcing back the bile rising in my throat.
The phone screen lit up in my clenched fist.
A message from Grandpa.
Arthur, I've already sent out the reunion announcement. The nine o'clock morning news will broadcast it across every station in the capital simultaneously. Send me your address, and I'll come pick you up and bring you home...
I glanced at my watch.
Eight forty-five.
Tamara, let's see if you're still this smug in fifteen minutes...
The car screeched to a halt in front of the courthouse at Tamara's insistence. Jarvis's people had clearly handled the paperwork in advance. In less than a minute, the divorce was finalized.
I stared at the certificate declaring our relationship dissolved and quietly exhaled, then looked up at Tamara with a raised brow.
"In such a rush to divorce. I take it you're planning to marry your precious Jarvis today?"
Tamara caught something off in my tone and faltered for a second. But the smirk returned almost instantly.
"Of course. A man as talented and loaded as my Jarvis? I need to lock that down tight."
She was already barking at the clerk before she finished speaking.
"Hurry up. Get the marriage certificate done already."