Her Divorce Lawyer Want Her novel Chapter 58

Joseph snarled, face purple with rage. “Proof? What gives you the right to accuse me of poisoning your mutt?

“How’d you jump straight to poison?” Freya fired back. “And you’re still gonna play innocent?”

“Fine, say I did–big deal?” Joseph blustered, chin jutted out defiantly. “It’s a dog, not a person. You think the cops are gonna cuff me for putting down some stray?”

Freya shot Ryan a look. “Mr. Reed–there’s seriously no law that can nail him for this?”

Ryan hesitated, then shook his head.

“Afraid not. Maybe a stern talking–to or chump–change payout at most. End of story.”

Joseph threw his head back in a wild, guttural laugh. “Spot on! Offing dogs was not illegal. It’s not like they’re treasures or something. Just name your price for the pooch–I’ll Venmo you. Westies don’t exactly fetch a fortune, do they?”

Sherri had stuck by her side for fifteen solid years.

She got her moods, never made a fuss–snuggled close through her sick days, even dragged over her squeaky toys to pull Freya out of a funk.

She wondered, “Those years of loyalty, that deep–down connection–were they worth jack shit?‘

Freya trembled from head to toe.

She wondered, ‘Is my girl just gonna writhe in agony and check out like that? While I, her mom, watch powerless, no way to make the asshole behind it pay?‘

Ryan shifted uncomfortably. “Look, you’ve blown off some steam. Those paintings and the orchid? They’re worth a pretty penny-”

“You want me to back off?”

He locked eyes with her. “Hell no. You call the shots–I’m backing your play.”

‘Like I said: they’re going down. Prison time.”

He chewed on that for a second. “Deal. We’ll make it stick.”

Sirens cut through the night from the front drive.

Madison’s eyes lit up like she’d seen a lifeline. She hauled herself off the floor and lurched toward the door, hollering. “Officers! Thank God–she’s out for blood!”

The police kept it neutral, naturally–not swallowing her meltdown hook, line, and sinke

Once they’d heard the full rundown, they sighed wearily. “Truth is, dog poisoning doesn’t carry much weight legally these days. He’s willing to reimburse the original cost, but pain and suffering? That’s not something we can slap a number on.

You’ll need to settle it out of court.”

Joseph stabbed a finger at his charred study, bellowing, “And her setting my office on fire? My collection–dozens of one–of- a–kind scrolls, my whole damn legacy! Oh, and my wife’s orchid–she owes us full retail!”

Madison piled on, nodding furiously. “You bet! Masterpieces, rare–as–hell bloom–make her pay through the nose! Broke?

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Chapter 58

Then it’s the slammer for her!”

“Over my dead body!”

Liam burst through the door.

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He raked a hard, icy stare over the wreckage in the living room, then strode right to Freya. “Freya, relax. You won’t shell out

a cent.”

He went to take her hand, but she yanked it back like he’d offered a live wire.

Freya met his gaze, voice dead even. “Divorce.”

Liam’s face hardened. “That’s it? Nothing else? Freya, you don’t get how bad I’ve been hurting for you. And boom–first words out of your mouth are that?”

“Come on, Liam–connect the dots.” She huffed a jagged, scornful laugh. “That trap they set for me last time? I sidestepped it. Now they go nuclear on Sherri… They’re dead set on breaking us up, no matter what.”

“I’ll keep saying it: I love you. Divorce? Not happening.”

“Really?” Her smile turned razor–sharp. “Even if I ‘handled‘ your kid? Or locked your folks away for good? Still all in?”

Liam’s brows knit. “Freya, Sherri’s loss is killing you–I know. But let’s keep our heads. It’s not do–or–die territory yet…”

Freya’s laugh came out brittle, echoing like glass cracking. “Better park yourself next to Natalie 24/7 then. I don’t bluft–it’s happening.”

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