At 10:03 p.m., the hospital called—my ex-wife was unconscious, pregnant, and dying… and the child she’d been hiding was mine

stopped.

“Later who?”

Her silence answered before she did.

“Your brother found the file.”

The air left my lungs.

“When?”

“After the divorce. He said he had access to records through some private investigator. He knew pieces. Enough to threaten me.”

“With what?”

“If Dominic Vale’s people found out where I was, I would never be safe again.”

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