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
Cordelia stood on the upper landing.
Flynn waited below.
“You’re taking that to Phoebe?”
“Yes.”
“Leave it here.”
“No.”
She stepped up.
“Flynn needs the company stabilized.”