Even knowing her true, ugly nature, hearing that she would dig up her own child's grave—for her lover, for a name—
My chest still ached.
I watched her expression, so certain of victory. So confident that I would yield to protect our son's resting place.
I laughed.
Calmly, I reached into my jacket and pulled out the divorce certificate. I tossed it at her feet.
"I'm terribly sorry, Ms. Jenner, but I don't believe you have any say in what I name my child."
"Because as of one hour ago, we are no longer husband and wife."
