“You can’t just keep them from me!” Harrison’s voice cracked with a mixture of desperation and deep, aching agony. “I’ll take this to court. I’ll spend every dime I have!”
“You can try,” I said, stepping into the back seat of the Bentley alongside my three beautiful boys. “But Julian’s legal team is just as big as yours. And unlike five years ago, this time, I have all the proof.”
Julian closed the door, blocking Harrison from our sight. As the Bentley pulled away from the curb and merged into the Chicago traffic, I looked through the tinted glass.
Harrison Sterling, the unstoppable billionaire, was left standing completely alone on the sidewalk, watching the tail lights of the family he had thrown away fade into the distance.
