We had exactly four hours of peace.
Four hours of being a family. Four hours of watching Damien discover the wonder of having a three-year-old who believed dinosaurs were real and clouds were made of cotton candy. Four hours of Noah asking endless questions about his daddy's "very tall house" and whether there were enough bedrooms for all his stuffed animals.
Four hours before Vanessa's revenge began.
The first sign was Damien's phone ringing with call after call from reporters, his assistant, his lawyer, his business partners. News traveled fast in Manhattan, especially news this explosive.
The second sign was the crowd gathering outside the building—paparazzi with telephoto lenses, news vans with satellite dishes, curious onlookers drawn by the growing media circus.
The third sign w
