Caroline yanked her wrist free, her face a frozen mask. "I already told Julian I want a divorce. He’s the one refusing to sign. If you’re so worried I’m ruining your precious son, then why don’t you go talk to him? What’s the point of harassing me?”

Titus stood to the side, visibly taken aback. Caroline had always bent over backward in front of the Paige family, her meekness bordering on subservience in her efforts to win their favor. But now—this steel-spined ...