Oliver

Weeks earlier

Letting out a frustrated roar, I storm out of the lawyers’ office, ignoring the man calling after me. I can’t believe Giselle would actually send those pictures—and now, because of them, I’m being forced to grant her a divorce.

“Have you lost your damn mind?” the older man snaps, grabbing my arm and dragging me into a small room so no one overhears us.

“And are you a damn idiot who doesn’t know how to do his job?” I hiss, rounding on him. “Looks like ...