“God, I love you.” Opening up the letter, I bit back a growl and folded it up before putting it in my pocket. “This is getting ridiculous.”
“There’s something . . .” Kamryn began at the same time I said, “Okay, I need to get going, I’m already running late.”
“. . . I wanted to tell you about Olivia,” she mumbled and looked down at the floor, defeated.
Cupping her cheeks in my hands, I waited until she looked up at me again. “Did she do something to you? Because now is definitely the time to tell me since I’m going into this meeting.”
“No, she didn’t.”
“Okay.” I kissed her hard before releasing her face. “Then tell me when I come back, all right?” Kamryn nodded slowly, and I smirked at her, hoping to see her face light up again. “Throw a cupcake for me. I’ll be back soon. I love you, Kamryn.”
Her lips slowly tilted up until she was smiling wide. “I love you too, Brody Saco.”
“THIS WAS RIDICULOUS,” I whispered. “What was the point of this meeting, Liv, if you were just going to have your lawyer go around in circles about things you both know you have no case on, and then take me to court anyway?”
“I’m sorry,” she choked out, holding a hand up toward me before covering her mouth with it. “I can’t talk to you, it’s just too hard seeing you.”
“Save your tears for the judge. Maybe you will have screwed him too and you’ll have his sympathy.”
Olivia’s eyes darted left and right for a second before shrugging. “No, I don’t think any of the guys were judges.”
“God, this is—do you hear this?” I asked J. Shepherd, who was standing on the other side of the room with my lawyer. “She’s admitting to sleeping with other guys in front of all of us, and you’re still going to play it so she was the victim and I was the cruel husband. Got it. Makes sense to me.”
Olivia slapped her hand on the table. “You’re really going to try to put words in my mouth even now when we’re all in the same room, Brody? My God. Acting like I told you my parents paid off the doctor was one thing, but this is taking it to a whole new level.”
“You fucking said—”
“Don’t go making more accusations when you have no proof of any of these so-called conversations with my client, Mr. Saco. As for just now? I’m afraid I didn’t hear anything,” J. Shepherd said with a shrug and smug grin, and my lawyer just sent me an apologetic look and put his hands up in a gesture showing he hadn’t heard a thing either.
“This is bullshit. I’m leaving.” I stood to go and had just made it around to the other side of the table when Olivia spoke again . . . and stopped me in my tracks.
“Don’t you think the judge will be interested in your little cupcake girlfriend? Poor Olivia, kicked out of her home . . . her possessions taken from her so her husband could buy his girlfriend a bakery.”
“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” Bending down, I rested my hands on the table near her. “You don’t go near her,” I growled low enough that my voice wouldn’t carry. “You hear me?” When Olivia only responded with a slow malicious smile, my hands curled into fists. “Don’t forget I still have all the evidence of you and your boyfriends from when we were still together, and now, thanks to you, I have the notes you’ve been leaving us. What do you have? Kamryn and me out on dates after you and I were al
ready separated? Yeah . . . good luck with that one, Liv.”
“Bro—”
“Do not contact me or Kamryn again. I only want to see or hear from you when we’re in front of a judge. Any more notes or evidence that you were near her bakery or our place, and I will get a restraining order against you faster than you can fuck your way into trying to get me fired again. You ruined the last six years of my life, Olivia, I’ll be damned if I let you touch my life with Kamryn. Stay. The hell. Away.”
Her smirk fell, and she looked to the side. “He’s threatening me!”
Oh, Jesus Christ.
Both lawyers looked at us, but before either could say anything, I straightened up and walked toward them. “Threatening? Hardly. I was simply strongly advising. Isn’t that right, J.?”
J. Shepherd’s face fell before he could compose it, and he looked past me at Olivia. “Olivia,” he said in warning.
I tried to control my shaking as I left the room. I wasn’t worried about them actually finding out and having proof that I’d been having an affair with Kamryn before I filed for divorce. I had enough on Olivia, in addition to the threats her attorney had made on me if I did file, that they wouldn’t be able to get much off the fact that I’d been having an affair too. But I knew Olivia, and I knew how vindictive she was to people she saw as a threat. Even though Olivia didn’t want me just as much as I didn’t want her, Olivia had lost her control over me because of Kamryn—and she knew it. To her, that was exactly what Kamryn was—a threat. And I wasn’t about to let Liv come near Kamryn.
“Mr. Saco,” my attorney called after me. “I know the things you’ve told me, but I strongly suggest you don’t speak with Mrs. Saco unless Mr. Shepherd and I are moderating or we’re in front of the judge. There’s too much she can make up, and we won’t have anyone who can verify either way.”
“I understand.” I nodded in the direction of the room. “All I told her was that I would get a restraining order put on her if she came near my girlfriend or me again. She’s been leaving notes on our cars and on my girlfriend’s place of business. I’ve kept them all, and I’ll scan them and send them to you in the morning. You can let J. know that, by the way.”
My attorney raised one eyebrow, and a small grin crossed his face as he nodded and began backing up toward the room. “Perfect, send me everything. I’ll talk to you in the morning, Mr. Saco.”
Taking off my tie and rolling up my shirtsleeves, I walked quickly to my car. I was done with Olivia. I was done with her family. I was done with their entitled view of themselves because of their money, and the way they could sway people and look down on others because of it. I was just done. I only wanted to get back to Kamryn, throw a fucking cupcake, and go home with her tonight and try to forget all about Olivia until I had to see her in court.