Darcy stepped forward into the center of the ruined party, opened her leather folder, and let her voice cut across the room like a blade drawn slowly across glass.

“Julian Vance,” she announced, and she pitched it to carry to every relative in the room, because she wanted every one of them to hear it.

“My name is Darcy Vance-Sterling.

I am chief counsel for Sloan.

As of ten o’clock this morning, a petition for the dissolution of your marriage has been filed in the Cook County Circuit Court — on grounds of severe domestic abuse and financial fraud.”

Julian, still pinned, twisted his head.