Chapter 4

The word "divorce" landed like a punch to the gut, knocking me senseless.

I looked at Victoria, her face cold and determined, and my throat tightened up.

Three years of quiet, ordinary life was like a fragile dream. It ended tonight and shattered for good.

"Alright," I said, "give me three days."

"Three days?" Victoria let out a cold laugh. "What, you need time to hide your money or cover your tracks?"

"No," I replied, meeting her gaze, making sure she felt every word. "In three days, I'll give you the real Michael Carter. After that, you get to decide…