Ex's Lawyer Friend Helped Me Divorce, Just to Have Me?!

I saw everything.

My husband, his pants down to his ankles, my best friend's legs wrapped around his waist.

I didn't scream. I didn't cry. I went back to my table, drank until my heartbreak went numb, and made a decision.

I wanted out.

What I didn't want was Donovan Buford-my ex's friend, his most feared rival, the lawyer who never loses-showing up every single time my life fell apart.

He caught me when I stumbled drunk.

He broke down a door when Gary cornered me.

He handed me a job when I had nowhere to go.

I told myself he was just being decent.

Then I found out that the divorce I thought I'd fought for alone? He'd been orchestrating it for years.

So what exactly does Donovan Buford want from me?