Finnegan
The conference room felt suffocating.
I sat at the head of the long table, my lawyer on my right, Victoria and her lawyer on the opposite side. The divorce settlement papers lay between us like a loaded gun.
I had hoped this meeting would finally end this farce, but I should have known better.
Atticus was representing Victoria.
Fucking Atticus. I had trusted this asshole, and he turned on me and was working with my mother and Victoria instead? A damned shame.
My dignity wouldn't let me exchange words with an asshole like him, so I simply held my head up and thought about the one person who made me feel sane in all this madness.
Victoria sat beside Atticus, a smug look on her face, while Atticus yapped.
"This clause regarding the properties is unacceptable," he said smoothly. "My client contributed significantly to the acquisition and maintenance of those assets during the marriage."
