To steal my unborn baby, my mother-in-law cornered me with a forged notice of my husband’s death. “You have no one left to protect you,” she sneered, forcing custody papers into my hand. But as I backed away, the front door burst open, and a voice she never expected to hear shouted…
Arthur didn’t argue the law. He reached out with blinding speed, grabbed Dr. Sterling by the lapels of his thousand-dollar suit, and slammed him backward against the hood of the Mercedes. The sound of metal buckling echoed across the lawn.
“You signed medical evaluations for a woman you haven’t seen in six months,” Arthur growled, his face inches from continue reading …
