My husband took my stepdaughter to Christmas with his ex and told me I wasn’t her real mother—so I chose myself, walked away, and rebuilt a life they never saw coming.

Alexander leaned forward. “You are not taking my daughter from me.”

Mariana gave a quiet, sad laugh. “You’re so accustomed to taking from me that you think leaving is theft.”

His eyes narrowed. “What does that mean?”

“It means my attorney will be contacting yours.”

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