Happy Divorce, Mr. Lawyer

Synopsis

I filed for divorce on the third day after Brantley Dorsey took over the Brightwell Holdings Acquisition Case. Brantley's hand paused mid-pen, and he looked up at me like he was watching a kid sulk. "Custody goes to me." He tossed out those words with casual certainty, like he was sure I wouldn't have the guts to argue. I set the bank card with 96,000 dollars on it next to the divorce papers and gave him a small smile. "I'm returning the wedding bill. I'll transfer Jamie's child support to this card every month. "Happy divorce, Mr. Dorsey." He brushed it off, like it was nothing. Three months later, he was standing across the negotiation table from me and saw me. I'd never forget the look on his face right then, not in this lifetime.