The Prosecutor's Wife: A Mother's Fury

is mother, Bethany, were being taken in for questioning. Not just about Leo's bullying, but about a string of simi

burst open. Calvin marched in, his face a thundercloud. And right behind him, Bet

e of the crowded waiting room, clutching at my legs. "Claire! Please! You have to retra

confused. He wasn't crying, just s

ng down her face. "He's so sensitive! This will ruin his li

I'd never seen him direct at me. It was there, for a split second, then gone. A cold, hard smile

. He turned to me, his eyes blazing with a dangerous light. "Claire, this ends now. Call th

lat, firm. "It doesn't e

a call. I heard snippets of his conversation, sharp and imperio

laire, I just got a call from District. There's been a complaint. Something ab

ected Bethany and Mateo; he was coming after me.

riumphant, cold glint in his eyes. "You did th

is. You chose to make a public spectacle. You chose war when I offered peace." He

vulnerable. I couldn't risk him. Not with Calvin's

he word tearing at my t

call, my voice devoid of emotion. I heard the sigh of relief on t

." What

g smug relief, Mateo bouncing, tossing a new toy. Calvin walked with them, his hand resting on

really is her knight in shining armo

eo's "aggressor," Mateo, had been placed on a "special educational plan" and would be attendin

il from a former colleague. Bethany Morales had been hired as Calvin's new "Special Assistant." The irony was a punc

cker this time. It coated

put an arm around me, a weak attempt at affection. "Claire," he murmured,

uly looked at him. The lies, the betrayal, the corr

otecting your mistress, and letting our son get beaten to a pulp is 'starting fresh'?" I lau

e hardening. "Don't

my voice. "I'm promising you. I'm going to sue you. For everything. F

You wouldn't dare!" he roared,

ld as ice. "I'll make sure the whol

t flinch. I just picked up my phone. My lawyer's number was alread