As soon as the lawyer left, John stood up and began pacing back and forth in the office.

“How could she leave me?” he muttered. “How did she have the nerve? It must be another trick by that fake…”

Rage boiled in his chest. He picked up the phone and dialed Elizabeth’s cell. Voicemail. He tried again. Nothing. He stared at the screen, visibly irritated.

He called James, the driver:

“Mr. Walker,” the man answered in a controlled voice.

“Are you with Elizabeth?” he asked in a sharp voice

— Mrs. Wa