These state-wing opportunists have no shame.

The body isn’t even cold in the ground, and she’s already sleeping on the Egyptian cotton.” Julian stepped up to the coffee table, ignoring Mr.

Sterling entirely, and looked down at me as though I were a stain on the Persian rug.

“Pack your bags, Evelyn,” he said, his voice flat and coldly commanding.

“We’ve filed an emergency motion with Judge Hollister.

Your marriage is frozen, pending a full psychiatric review of my father’s final medical records.