---- Chapter 8 Victoria's POV The next day, at the Boston Federal Courthouse. Thad just finished a hearing and was walking out of the courtroom with a determined stride. I wore a dark gray Armani suit, my hair pulled back in asleek, low ponytail. My gaze could cut through steel. I was a world away from the meek "Mrs. Cross" of the last three years. "Victoria!" The familiar voice came from behind me. My steps faltered for a fraction of a second, but I didn't turn around. Finn strode up and grabbed my wrist. "Why didn't you tell me you were Vicky?" His voice was hoarse, thick with a mixture of anger and ---- confusion. I turned slowly, my eyes landing on his. Acool, ironic smile touched my lips. "Tell you what, Finn? We were married for three years. Did you ever once ask about my job? Did you ever show any interest in my profession? You don't even know what school I graduated from. And now you're here, demanding to know why I kept a secret?" His breath caught. My stare was arctic, as if I were looking at a complete stranger. The courthouse corridor was busy. Colleagues and reporters noticed our confrontation and began to linger, watching the drama unfold. I gently pulled my wrist from his grasp and straightened the cuff of my jacket. "Mr. Cross, please maintain a professional distance. We are merely colleagues now. And in the future, we ---- may very well be opponents." I met his gaze, my voice so cold it could freeze water. "The next time we see each other, it will be in court." With that, I turned and walked away, my steps measured and sure, without an ounce of hesitation. Finn's POV Finn stood frozen, his fists clenching and unclenching. He and Victoria had been husband and wife. He never imagined a day like this, where they would be strangers-or worse, enemies. But the image of the divorce decree was a wall between them, stopping him from going after her. Back at the hotel, he slumped onto the sofa. His phone was vibrating incessantly.