Semua Bab His Ex Mistress, His Enemy: Bab 21 - Bab 23

The morning air in Central Park was like a mint candy. Cool, sharp, and just refreshing enough to make me forget that my heels were slightly sinking into the damp earth.Ash had been in Erick’s carrier for the past five minutes, flopped sideways like a smoothie-drunk koala. And even though he was three and a half, and now weighed about as much as a carry-on stuffed with solid gold, Erick kept walking like his spine was made of titanium and his dad badge came with superpowers."If you want a longer ride, you’ll have to pay up," Erick muttered to Ash, adjusting the carrier strap.Ash, in his dino-print bucket hat and oversized toy sunglasses, responded with a lazy grunt. "I don’t have money. But I have candy.""Hmm. Accepted."I walked beside them, shamelessly munching on a bagel, oversized sunglasses in place and a tiny crossbody bag packed with tissues, backup keys, and organic snacks. Motherhood wasn't just about love. It was logistics."This isn’t a regular baby carrier, is it?" I as

The sky over New York looked like the bottom of a coffee pot. Dark, murky, and far too heavy to be considered beautiful.My office smelled like printer ink and Sofia’s perfume, which was always too sweet for early mornings. I had just sat down and powered on my computer when I heard the hurried click of heels down the hallway.Stilettos on marble. The sound of one thing, guaranteed:Drama.And I was right.My office door burst open before I could even say “Come in.”Amelia Mercier Romano stood at the threshold. Pale pastel dress hitting just above the knee, long wavy hair in a perfect mess, and her face… oh, her face looked like she’d just been left at the altar by both love and her waterproof eyeliner.“He wants to go to trial!” she shouted.I didn’t have time to react before she shut the door behind her and stormed toward my desk, her heels clinking like the start of a war.“Zane. He. Wants. A. Trial. Next. Week,” she said, every word a little arrow she shot straight through her own