LOVE HIS ENEMY: My Husband's Downfall
“I’m not handing you my son that easily, Christopher. Not today, not ever.”
I tear the papers in half, watching as the pieces flutter to the floor.
Christopher’s jaw tightens, his eyes narrowing. “Lizzy,” he says, his voice low and menacing. “You will sign those papers. You don’t have a choice.”
I laugh again, louder this time. “Turns out, Christopher, that’s the only thing I do have—a choice.”
His face flushes with anger, and for a moment, I see the man I once loved. But that man is gone. Now, he’s just another enemy.