“What is that?”
Amber stepped forward, resting one manicured hand on his arm. Her smile was soft, sweet, and poisonous.
“It’s the final divorce decree, honey. And an asset waiver.”
My breath caught.
“You’re insane,” I whispered, clutching the thin paper gown against my chest.
Nathan laughed without humor.
“You cheated on me, Rachel. You got pregnant by another man. I’m not paying for your mistake. I already froze the joint accounts. And I spoke with the senior partners at your marketing firm this morning. They were very interested in your moral flexibility.”
In three days, he had burned my life down.
He had emptied our money, damaged my name at work, and now stood in a doctor’s office demanding I sign away the home I had helped build.
Amber pulled a silver pen from her designer bag and held it out.
“Just sign it, Rachel. Keep whatever dignity you still have. The baby proves enough. Don’t make Nathan drag you through court.”
I looked at the pen.
Then I looked at the man who had promised to love me for the rest of our lives.
