Chapter 5

My words hit Charles and Sophie like a freight train.

The color drained from Charles' face in an instant. He stiffly lowered his head and stared at the folder, its pages fluttering open in the wind.

Right there on top sat a divorce decree stamped with the court's bright red seal.

The date was nine years and eleven months ago.

"No. That's impossible." He mumbled to himself, unable to process what he was seeing. "I never got served. I didn't know anything about this."

"Of course you didn't," I said, looking down at him with ice in my eyes. "Every…