The moment the newborn was handed to her, the husband stormed into the hospital room, stared at the baby’s unusually white skin, and sneered, “Why is she White? You really think I’ll believe she’s mine?” He demanded an immediate divorce before the doctor could explain the baby’s rare pigmentation condition. She signed the papers without begging. Three weeks later, the DNA test proved he was indeed the father-and the final divorce decree revealed that by walking away, he had just legally forfeited…
officially called the debt. Eighty million dollars, Mr. Vance. Payable in seventy-two hours.”
Utter chaos erupted. The board members leapt to their feet, shouting over one another, demanding answers from Marcus. Beatrice covered her face with her manicured hands, sobbing loudly, her aristocratic composure entirely shattered.
