Chapter 8

The sleek black Mercedes glided to a stop in front of the towering skyscraper; its tinted windows were dark, and no one could see inside, even if they tried.

My fingers trembled around the thick envelope in my lap, the divorce papers crisp and final. My body shook with both anticipation and fear. I exhaled slowly, the scent of leather and expensive perfume filled the car's interior, giving me some type of comfort.

This is it. No more lies. No more pretending. Just freedom and ...