nto Jaison's top-floor office, perched high inside a downtown skyscraper. It was the firs

Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the whole of Washington D.C., exudi

rprised at her sudden appearance. Still, he maintained his

a lazy glance when she stepped in, his tone sharp and displeased. "Wh

ealed document folder down on his

, crossing his arms over his chest and regarding her with a cold, sc

attitude, Finley held hi

cuments. The moment his eyes landed on the title labeled Divorce Agree

diculous joke. "What's your new trick, Finley? Are you je

She had long expected this reaction. In his eyes, every single one of

d I want full custody of Esteban." Finley

tely, replaced by a dark, menacing glint in his eyes. "Full custody? You must be out of your m

her with overwhelming dominance. "Let me remind you, Finley. Everything you have-your title, your luxuriou

espond, the private p

hness in Jaison's eyes. Finley caught the name flashing

ctly, his tone carrying a gentle warmth Finley had never once hear

oat in a hurry, completely ignorin

n't over!" Finley ca

t contempt and disdain. "My conversation with you ended three years ago. As for the

t a single glance back, leaving Finl

ls digging deep into her palms until they

light outside stinging her eyes. She knew a brutal, all-out war was

e terms. He's going to fight m

We need solid proof that he is an unfit parent. Any evidence of his a

inking tiredly onto the sofa as she s

ideo call from Esteban. A flicker of fragile hope

d on the screen-yet his expression was twisted with raw ang

n shock. "Who

ake me away from Dad! You're a terrible mother! I ha

l abruptly, leaving no

ull extent of Charlotte's manipulation. Not only Jaison, but even her own son had become a weapon he