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“Nope. I’m wondering now if she had help hiding both.” His eyes slide to Frankie.

“Don’t look at me. I only found out about Zach this week and knew nothing about the letter?—”

“Your mother,” Logan cuts him off. “Your fucking mother.”

I look between Logan and Frankie but have no idea what to think. I still haven’t moved past the fact Logan has known for years what his father did to my mother. Well, Scott’s version of it, anyway. Everything… every single aspect of my marriage has been a lie.

I have no words.

Nothing.

I can’t even look at him. With Frankie and Sam on either side of me, I turn and start to walk away.

“Mila!” Logan calls my name, but I don’t turn back. “I never loved you. You’re nothing but an unlovable whore who comes from a long fucking line of unlovable whores.”

I don’t have time to react. It takes just a second before Frankie’s back in the room, and punching Logan so hard in the mouth, his chair goes back, and he hits the floor.

Shaking his hand as he reaches us, Frankie throws his arm over my shoulder and whispers into my ear, “Oops.”

As we pass Scott, now sitting in a chair in the large reception area, the four security guards still surrounding him, I pause, debating whether it’s worth my while saying anything, and then suddenly, it just erupts, and I have no choice.

“You took my childhood from me. From me and my brothers and sister. You took our mum, and you took my dad’s wife, so even though I don’t want your money, I’m going to take it. I’m going to go to court and I’m going to fight you for everything, and if Zach doesn’t have the money, then I’m going to give him the funds to fight for what’s rightfully his.”

“How?” He directs a sneer my way that his son so very obviously inherited from him. “You don’t have the means to take me on.”

“But we do,” Frankie states. “For Mila, Zach, Sofia, and my mum, I’ll fund whatever she needs to break you, to leave you with nothing.”

Scott spits at my feet.

“You might wanna save that,” I lean in and tell him. “Where you’re going, you’re probably going to need that as lube.” His lunge towards me is quickly thwarted by the security guards, who hold him in place in his chair.

“But then,” I continue, because I’m not quite done with him yet, “I’ve heard you like it up the arse hard and rough, just like your son.” He attempts to lunge again but is held firm in his seat. I blow him a kiss, then turn and leave.

A couple of hours later,I’m sitting out on the balcony of Frankie’s apartment. I’m curled up on the outdoor sofa, sippingon a cup of manuka and ginger tea under a blanket. With the patio heater blasting warmth from above, and Sam and Frankie enveloping me on either side, I’m feeling toasty despite the temperature.

We left Zach with the legal team discussing what his options are with the evidence the investigators uncovered. As much as I’m happy to walk away from my marriage with nothing and instead bring a prosecution against Scott, I’ve left that decision with Zach. We’ll be meeting him again tomorrow, and I’ll also have to explain everything to my sister, the way we just had to with Ella and Marcie, who are sitting rugged up together on the opposite sofa.

On Friday, Frankie’s team ‘collected’ Ella from a conversion camp run by some kind of religious sect in a remote part of New South Wales. They’d taken her to Queensland, reunited her with Marcie, and flown them both down here to Melbourne.

I’ve had mixed emotions explaining things to Ella. Scott’s her father, after all, and despite the fact he’s an awful human being, he’s still her dad. She was more angry than sad but not the least bit surprised. Apparently, she’s looking forward to meeting our brother, though she’s looking at me now in a way that, knowing Ells like I do, I know she’s still got something on her mind.

“What?” I ask her over the top of my mug.

“What exactly is going on with you three? Because it’s pretty obvioussomethingis most definitely going on.”

“We’re together,” I tell her honestly.

“Together, together? Like, the three of you together in a threesome, thruple, three-way situation?”

“Yep.”

“That’s so fucking hot,” Marcie sighs. “I mean, look at the three of you. You’re all beautiful. I’d pay to watch that.”

Ella gives her a dig in the ribs.

“Ow! What? Look at them. I would.”

“Yeah, but one of them’s my ex-sister-in-law, who I now share a brother with, and the other one’s my cousin. It’d just be weird to watch that.”

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