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
“Do you feel safe returning home?”
I stared at her.
Then:
“No.”
That answer changed everything.
PART 18 — THE PROCESS SERVER
The next afternoon, while my leg was elevated and my mouth still tasted like anesthesia, a process server entered.
“Sloan Vance?”
“Yes.”
“You’ve been served.”