Better Off without You

Summary

My wife, Vicky Charleston, a lawyer, dragged me to court for the eighth time over custody of a dog.

Partway through the trial, she finally caved and sent me a message.

[Name whatever terms you want, as long as you hand the dog over to Derek.]

She used to be someone who wouldn't bend, not even a little.

To avoid any appearance of a conflict of interest, she'd once stood by and watched my father, Austin Fletcher, get framed and thrown in prison without lifting a finger.

Now, to help her foster brother, Derek Charleston, win a dog we'd raised together, she'd forged twenty-six pieces of fake…