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.

you’re going to a funeral,” Claire said softly.

I looked at my reflection. Dark eyes. Jaw set hard. “In a way, I am.”

Claire pushed back the blankets and stood slowly, carefully. She crossed the room and wrapped her arms around my waist, pressing her face to my chest. I held her, breathing in the scent of her vanilla shampoo.

“Liam,” she whispered, looking continue reading …