“You destroyed the boys’ inheritance.”

“No, Gavin,” I said, keeping my voice level and quiet.

“You destroyed it when you decided I didn’t exist.”

Sloane Pierce stood up from her seat in the gallery, her face pale.

She walked quickly toward the double doors at the back of the courtroom, her heels clicking on the tile.

Gavin watched her go, his eyes wide with a sudden realization of how quickly his support was vanishing.

He turned back to Dane.

“Philip, we need to file an injunction to freeze those accounts before the IRS gets involved,” Gavin said, his voice rising in panic.

“We need to move the money.”

Dane looked at Gavin, his face completely expressionless.

He slowly began packing his legal pads and files into his leather briefcase.

“Philip?” Gavin asked, his voice cracking.

My phone vibrated in my purse.

I reached in and pulled it out.

The screen lit up with an incoming text message from my private investigator.

I tapped the message, and my breath caught in my throat.

The text from Marcus was short and precise.