To the Morrison family, I was merely the inconvenient, pregnant ex-wife—a woman to be tolerated, mocked, and eventually discarded part1

not waste words. He knew better than anyone what my name meant inside Morrison Global, even if the family sitting around me had chosen to forget.

I stared at Brendan while water continued to drip from my hair. “Arthur,” I said, “activate Protocol Seven.”

The room changed.

Diane’s smirk weakened. Jessica lowered her glass. Brendan’s eyes narrowed, searching continue reading …