of no return. "Ava Mitchell, this is your last chance to back out." My once-vibrant life was about to becom
me out. His "savior," Leah Thompson, his childhood sweetheart, had wormed her way into our ho
triumphant smirk, and Leo's words, "Mommy, please? Auntie Leah isn' t afraid," sha
g behind the screaming, the accusations
assets, shredded photo albums, and even gave up my parental rights to Leo, blocking a tearful Ben a
the school play, Leah wearing my anniversary necklace. My old life was bein
atitude, but a long-con, a conspiracy to "get rid of me" that predated our marriage. The hurt, th
Mitchell? Agent Nightingale wo