My narcissistic mother shoved my pregnant wife in a courthouse and laughed—but she had no idea the ruthless attorney behind me was about to change everything.

adjusting my dark blue tie. I had not slept. My mind had been moving at full speed, going over facts, preparing for the impact of sitting across from Eleanor.

Claire was sitting up in bed, watching me. The color had returned to her cheeks, though she still looked tired. She wore one of my old college shirts, hands resting over her belly.

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