I came home for a forgotten folder and froze when I saw my mother forcing my eight-month-pregnant wife to eat table scraps on the floor in front of six laughing guests. “She’s carrying a peasant’s child, she belongs with the dogs,” my mother sneered. “Don’t ever touch her again,” I said as I quietly dialed 911. Three hours later, the ER doctor handed me an ultrasound report that made my blood run cold. – Page 64

providing what you need to survive,” I said. “The era of you using my money to fund your cruelty is over.”

I turned to Gavin. “You get nothing. You are a grown man. You can hire a public defender for your fraud trial, and you can get a job.”

And then, in the suffocating silence of that room, the grand illusion of their alliance finally shattered.

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