“Give me a pen.”

The butler froze. “Mrs. Vaughn—”

“The pen. Now.”

I signed the bottom with my full legal name, Heather Walton. Then I drew a heavy line through the custody clause. “Phoebe leaves with me,” I said, handing it back.

“I don’t want a dollar of Vaughn money. It disgusts me.”

Ten minutes later Russell stormed in, immaculately dressed, his character as rotten as ever. Gwendolyn trailed behind him, cradling a teacup like a delicate saint.