“You have always been bitterly jealous of Chloe,” Gwendolyn continued.
“This whole legal nightmare isn’t about property rights at all, but rather your desire for personal revenge.”
“No,” I corrected her softly.
“Real revenge would be making you feel as discarded and helpless as you made me feel for nine long years.”
“Then what do you call this?” Gwendolyn demanded loudly.
I watched the steel gate remain firmly closed between us.
“I call this setting a clear boundary.”
Her expression twisted beneath the harsh headlights.
“You will live to regret
