The Divorce Prescription

Fiona frowned slightly. "I don't know why, but I feel like something is off about Carly. Did you do a DNA test?"

Nigel shook his head. "No."

Fiona's expression became serious. "Then you should do one. I want to see the results."

Nigel looked at her in confusion. "I found Carly in Mercity. She's been raised by Hayden, who's always admired you. How could there be any mistake?"

Fiona looked at Nigel, taking in his sharp features, which were partially obscured by the dim light. Now in his 40s, he carried an air of wealth, power, and experience. The once-young and reckless heir of the Hampton family had become a formidable business tycoon.

She smirked. "Mr. Hampton, listen to yourself. Why do you sound so jealous?"

Nigel scoffed. "What's wrong with what I said? You gave birth to our daughter, sent her away without a word, and then disappeared for over 20 years. Were you planning to stay gone forever if I hadn't gone looking for you?"

always by Nigel's side, she could never leave her daughter in the Capitol. When she gave birth, she barely survived. Her people had secretly

past. There's nothing left to talk about. Once the DNA results are in, let me know. I have other matters to

the wall. "Fiona, what's your attitude? You've

so angry? Haven't found another woman to cool

of Nigel's black dress pants. The slit in her red dress parted just enough to reveal a hint of her smooth,

eyes flickering with anger and something

this composed on the surface but barely holding back. "Oh?

down over his suit vest to his crisp white dress shirt.

sharply defined, with tight,

You're in your 40s,

finger against his abs, giving them a playful poke. "Wow.