“I cheated for your benefit, Liam. I did it for you.”
What the fuck?
I’d heard a lot of bullshit in my life, but that line officially took the cake.
“How do you think you won the Luttrell case?” She wiped away her tears and narrowed her eyes at me. “You think you did it with your award winning rhetoric and charm?”
“Do you have a mental disorder that you failed to tell me about?”
“I fucked the judge three days before the verdict. You were going to lose. And if you lost that case, there’s no way some of our current clients would’ve picked our firm to handle their account.”
“ Ourfirm?”
“You think you built it alone?” She laughed. “Liam Henderson, warm-hearted, loyal, and too nice for his own fucking good? Please. I had to intercept every contract you sent out and redraft half of the terms. If I’d left it up to you, your firm would be nothing more than a pipe dream. You should be thanking me because you have no idea how much work I’ve done to put you where you are.”
“You’ve never argued a single case.”
“No, but I’ve fucked a lot of powerful people to make sure you never lost one.”
“I’ve never lost because I’m a damn good lawyer.”
“And I’m a damn good lay.” She shrugged. “Of course, my own husband has been so busy this year that he probably wouldn’t even know.”
“You’re blaming me for throwing your pussy around?”
“I’m shocked you even know what the word pussymeans.” She hissed. “We lay in bed together every night and you never want to fuck me.”
“You always say that you’re tired. Or is that a lie, too?”
“I was only tired of fucking you.” She brushed past me and shut the door to Emma’s room. “What do you want to do now, huh? Divorce me?”
“Is that a serious question?”
“It is.” She smirked and a knock came to the door.
We both stood rooted to the floor, and the knock came again.
“I’ll get it.” I warned. “You stay there.”
I walked away and opened it, expecting to see Kevin so I could punch the shit out of him, but it was a different woman in a suit.
A young blonde.
“You’ve um…” Her cheeks reddened. “You’ve been…”
“ Served!” Someone whispered loudly from around the corner. “Tell him he’s been served…”
“You’re an intern at The New York Times, aren’t you?” I rolled my eyes.
She nodded, but then she added. “My boss says you can go fuck yourself, and that even though we’ll never run your picture, we’ll make sure everyone knows that your firm is about to be run into the ground starting tomorrow.” She handed me the copy print for an article in tomorrow’s paper. “He says it’s your turn to feel some karma.”
I slammed the door in her face.
“I think you need to seriously weigh your options before you act out on your emotions.” Ava was right behind me, holding a sleeping Emma.
“Is this a threat?”
“It’s a promise…”
I raised my eyebrow. “And what exactly are the proposed terms?”
“If you help me sort this thing out—if you get the SEC off the firm’s back, both of us can avoid serving any time.”
“I’m not serving any fucking time. I didn’t do anything wrong. And if you think I won’t be the first person in line to help the state put your ass away, you’re sadly fucking mistaken.”
“Awww.” She pouted. “Look at you. Trying to sound all masculine and tough for a change, sounding like the man I wish you could’ve been.”
“Fuck you, Ava.”
“Not a chance.” She narrowed her eyes at me. “Let me try phrasing this another way: I know that you’re Mr. Lawyer of the Year and you’d never willingly lie because you have a conscience and all that. But if you don’t help me, or if you refuse to tell investigators that you were partly responsible for what happened—that we allplayed a small part, I’m filing for sole custody of Emma.”
“File away. No judge in his right mind would give you sole custody.”
She laughed. “This is actually why people fuck to get what they want, honey. It comes in handy for times like this. Besides, you’re not even her real father.” She kissed Emma’s forehead. “Did you overhear that part while you were watching us fuck or were you too busy taking notes?”
I didn’t get a chance to answer.
“Do not fuck with me, Liam.” She hissed. “You have no idea how far I’m willing to go to stay out of prison.”
“Even though you deserve to be there?” I snatched Emma away from her, making her stir. “You sought out clients using my name and you misappropriated the money. For what?”
“Status. Something you’ll never understand.”
“Something you’ll never need.” I countered. “Everyone behind bars shares the same level of popularity.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m going to give you a few days to come to your senses.”
“Or else what?”
“You don’t want to know the answer to that.” She walked out, slamming the door behind her—waking Emma.
She looked at me with her bright blue eyes, smiling. “Can I go play?”
I nodded, unable to even speak. Carrying her to the balcony, I didn’t even bother grabbing an umbrella for myself. I set her down and helped her into a coat, trying not to think about what Ava could possibly have up her sleeve.
Emma tilted her head up to the sky and swallowed raindrops, and then she dashed away from me—running in circles.
A loud thunder roared in the distance, and as if she could tell what I was about to say, she looked at me with a wide grin. “Five more minutes!”
The New York Timesdidn’t waste any time printing the story. Well, stories.
Henderson & Hart, Revered Law Firm, Embroiled in Scandal.
Hart Agrees to Cooperate Against Henderson, Following Brutal Bar Brawl.
Henderson Arrested, Questioned, After Wife Claims Recent Domestic Abuse.
The only story they didn’t mention, out of a hanging thread of respect, was my losing custody of Emma. Of me having to hand her over to Kevin.
I was innocent of every charge I faced, but due to the fact that I’d bashed Kevin’s head in, and Ava had claimed I was just as violent with her, it left the judge no choice but to put her in custody with her supposed “loving and biological father per the mother’s request.”
I thought it would only be for a week or two, a month at most, but as the charges piled up and the cases were trudged through the courts at a snail’s pace, the months wore on and on.
To make matters worse, Kevin and Ava purposely took Emma to places they knew I frequented: My favorite place at Central Park, my spot on the Brooklyn Bridge, my favorite restaurants.
In between my court appearances, I followed them to the park—resisting the urge to yell at them for letting her get too close to the streets, holding back the urge to take her back and flee the state.
Instead, I filed injunction after injunction—fighting multiple cases at once. I searched through every loophole of custody, documenting cases after case of non-biological fathers retaining rights.
Eventually the truth about Ava and Kevin’s scheme began to surface, and on the same day that Ava confessed to lying about me beating her—when she admitted that she’d made that all up, I won custody of Emma.
It was three days before her fourth birthday, so I arranged for a few of her neighborhood friends to come by with their parents. The theme was the rainforest, of course, and the party favors were umbrellas and rain-boots.
Kevin, still foolishly proclaiming his innocence in regards to the fraud, had grown quite attached to her over the past few months. He asked if he could still see her on the weekends once he returned her to me, but I didn’t even bother answering that question.
He’d seen her long enough.