The courthouse waiting room that morning felt chilly, but Joy still showed up in a sexy dress. Gio, on the other hand, wore his sharpest suit, ready to celebrate freedom from the wife he believed had been blocking his happiness.

The air was heavy, and Joy could feel it—especially under Gio’s constant glare. He was still pissed, imagining what kind of relationship she’d had with Robert.

“Hun, it’s freezing… is the hearing gonna take forever to start?” Joy whined, clinging to ...