My Husband Demanded My $5 Million Lakefront Deed to Save His Failing Company—Then His Mother Shoved Me Down the Stairs and He Served Me Divorce Papers in the Hospital
Laptop.
When I came downstairs, Flynn stood in front of the doors.
“Where are you going?”
“Town.”
“We are not doing this.”
“Move.”
“We need to settle this first.”
“Move, Flynn.”