My mother sneered, “Scrub harder, parasite,” forcing my heavily pregnant wife to wash her feet while a doctor held a syringe. Instead of fighting my filming brother, I quietly carried my wife out of the mansion. They laughed and called me a coward, completely unaware that in just 15 hours…

Vance.

“David,” Eleanor announced, her voice dripping with artificial, honeyed sorrow. She stood up, pressing a hand to her chest. “You came. Oh, my poor boy.”

I pulled out a chair for Emily, seating her gently before standing behind her, resting my hands on her shoulders. “Of course I came, Mother. I wouldn’t miss your announcement.”

Liam smirked, taking continue reading …