A sleek black SUV rolled up the long driveway. Even from a distance, I recognized it. My stomach dropped straight through the floor.
Jaxen!
I stood at the upstairs window, fingers gripping the wood frame, watching Jaxen stride across the driveway
When he spotted Regina standing next to Grandpa on the lawn, his brow furrowed in clear disgust.
He’d barely stepped into the living room when Regina’s voice cut through the air, sharp and satisfied.
“Jaxen, Scarlett wants a divorce. Your grandfather knows. He’s on board.”
I crept closer to the top of the stairs, heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. Jaxen froze mid-step. His full lips pressed into a thin line. He’d probably expected Regina to come crying for money, not drop a divorce bomb.
Grandpa calmly handed him a cup of
