Tessa’s heart slammed to her stomach, her head snapped back to Ciara.

‘ She brought divorce papers? Since when? Since when has she been planning to kick me out? Her face furrowed in confusion.

Grayson stared at the document for a long moment.

Then… a quiet snicker escaped him. The corner of his lips curved, not out of anger or disbelief, but in amusement.

Slowly, he lifted his eyes to Ciara.

"It's quite fascinating..." he murmured, almost thoughtfully. "...that you actually think you get to decide this."

Ciara's expression darkened. "I am your mother.”

"And?"

The single word hit harder than a slap.

Tessa looked from Grayson to his mother,...