Chapter 1: The Mistress at the Door
Ryan Lowell was barely gone—his body still warm—when the green-juice grifter sashayed into the penthouse, dragging two kids behind her, all set to snatch her slice of the family pie.
Let me spare you the trouble of digging through her Instagram for a sob story. Spoiler: it’s all for show.
Honestly, with a piece of work like her, any one of us lawyers could’ve shut her down, no problem. But I had no clue my mother-in-law would play in a whole other league.
Not only did the green-juice act walk away empty-handed—she ended up owing us money. That’s right.
Guess you really do get sharper with age.
“We deserve three-quarters of Ryan’s estate. Don’t tell me that’s unfair.” Amanda Cross didn’t waste a second—she came for blood the second she stepped inside.
Amanda looked polished, but her people skills and her common sense were running on empty.
She was Ryan’s first love, had the head start. But back then, she thought Ryan was broke, so she made the cold-blooded choice to cry in a Mercedes instead.
Later, when she found out the Lowells were rolling in it, she came crawling back—even though Ryan was already married to me by then.
So, her having the nerve to make this kind of demand? Please. I wasn’t even surprised.
Amanda looked smug, but I had zero intention of giving her a single cent.
After all, the name on the marriage certificate next to Ryan’s was mine. Period.
I gave her my best shocked face. “Wow, that’s a bold move. And you and Ryan are… what, exactly? What makes you think you deserve three-quarters of his estate?”
Amanda yanked her two kids closer. “Because of them.”
I shot her a smirk. “Got any proof to back that up?”
We lawyers live and die by evidence, after all.
Amanda whipped out a photo of Ryan with the kids, jabbed her finger at him, then turned to the children. “Call him Daddy!”
The two kids, clearly rehearsed, chirped out, “Daddy!” like it was the most natural thing in the world.
I actually laughed out loud at Amanda’s little performance.
“So, if the kids call him Daddy, that’s proof enough for you? If they call me Mommy, does that mean I gave birth to them?”
“You… you…”
Amanda’s face turned red, her fists clenching at her sides. She was so furious, she couldn’t even form a comeback.
I didn’t let up. “Ms. Cross, you show up here empty-handed, expecting a welcome? I’m not keeping you for dinner. If you’re done, you can see yourself out. I need some peace and quiet.”
“Marissa, just you wait.” She slammed the door so hard the frames rattled.
I’m not the type to just sit back and take a hit, either.
I knew Ryan had showered Amanda with plenty of gifts. I just never made a scene about it.
After all, I use my brain for a living—I’m not about to roll around in the mud over it.
All that money he spent? That’s marital property. As Ryan’s wife, with both our names on that marriage certificate, I could go after every penny if I wanted. And in New York, judges don’t have much patience for spouses who funnel money to their side pieces.
Amanda thought getting Ryan’s heart was the whole battle, but in the end, I was the one who came out on top.
I brushed off the drama and got ready to head to JFK to pick up Ryan’s mom.










