Chapter 35 Speak Of The Devil

• Violet
• I looked down at the document, Lucas’s words staring back at me in dark ink and pulling at every bit of my self-control. I felt the lawyers’ tension, felt the air heating around me with anger. I took a deep breath and kept reading.
• Lucas painting himself in the right wasn’t surprising. The fact that he was saying that all of this had been according to my wishes, from the handover to the party, wasn’t surprising. When he tried to call me a humiliated and unstable woman, I brushed it off.