Silence.
Then Joyce sighed.
“Addison, please don’t make this ugly.”
Something inside me went completely still.
“Your married son just married another woman.”
“You and Ryan have been unhappy for years.”
“That wasn’t my question.”
She lowered her voice.
“Norah is pregnant. Ryan needs to think about his future.”
I looked around the office I had spent years building while Ryan told people his success came from sacrifice.
Then I almost laughed.
His future.
“Enjoy the wedding, Joyce.”
I hung up.
My next call went to my attorney.
Then my accountant.
Then the private real estate broker who had tried three times to convince me to sell our Belle Meade mansion.
The house Ryan bragged about at dinner parties.
The house he called his greatest purchase.
The house he apparently intended to bring his new family home to.
There was only one problem.
Ryan had never read the ownership documents carefully.
