I wanted more...I wanted my Pinterest dream.
Sitting in the offices of Sterling Obsidian & Partners to discuss my divorce just over six years was not the dream.Nor were the events that led me to this point.
But here we are.
Sure, I’m rich now, or I will be soon.Technically, I am.New York state dictates that half the marital assets are split when you divorce, but Adam has already told me he’ll fight so I get nothing.
Which is disgusting, given what he did to me.
I haven’t told anyone but some days I wish I had.The shame is also mine, and that keeps my lips closed.
Maybe if you did what I told you to do, we’d have a child.I’d have an heir.
“It might not be me!”I yelled back that fateful day and then regretted it.
“You bitch!”Adam screamed.
I barely remember the rest.The pain, the ungodly pain, and then falling to the floor.The feel of his large shoe kicking me in my empty womb, the piercing sense of my hair being torn out as he ripped me off the ground.
The smell of anger on his breath as he spat in my face.
Then blackness.
Adam wanted children sooner than I did.He’s ten years older, so I understood.I had no idea that he would turn into a monster, though, when we struggled to get pregnant.
After that day, I knew I had to leave.
The fear of becoming homeless made me hesitate, but once my face and body healed, I moved the money I needed from Adam’s account and left.
Then searched for a divorce lawyer.
“Get the best,” Kylie, my best friend and a supermodel, told me.“Adam will eat you alive if you don’t.”
I’d heard Zander Sterling referred to as theShark of Sixth Avenueand figured if he’s as good as his reputation, then he won’t let a man like Adam Blackmore push him around.
As he had done to me.Marrying him hadn’t been the dream I thought it would be.He’d never let me study, never given me access to our money, and controlled who I could be friends with.
Now I had the opportunity to be free.
Truly free.
If that means I have to put up with this rude and obnoxious lawyer, then so be it.
He might be one of the most desired bachelors in Manhattan and have a very striking jawline and the bluest eyes I’ve seen, but I only want one thing from him.
To be the shark he’s claimed to be and get me my money.
I run my hands over the skirt of my Karen Walker dress and slowly glance around the table.
It’s time to take my power back.
“Thank you,Mr.Sterling,yes, let’s start by you all telling me who you are and your qualifications.”
These men are not in charge.
I am.
Zander’s nostrils flare.
