“We will be in touch through my legal counsel,” I said to the room.

I turned toward the door, my heels clicking sharply against the wood floor.

Behind me, the sound of Vivian’s stammering excuse was cut off by Garrett’s sharp, bitter laugh.

I walked out into the grand hallway, the heavy oak doors closing behind me.

My phone buzzed once more, a text message appearing on the lock screen.

It was from my assistant at the office.

*The press has just picked up the debt acquisition story. It’s live.*

I stopped near the grand staircase, looking down at the foyer where the wedding guests were beginning to murmur in confusion.

From the study behind me, the muffled sound of shouting began to rise.

I gripped the handrail, waiting for the storm to break.

Through the tall glass doors of the entrance, I saw the headlights of a black SUV pulling up to the curb.

The driver got out, holding a large umbrella, ready to take me back to my sons.