My Husband and Six Relatives Flew His Pregnant Mistress to Miami—So I Froze Their Assets…

inherit the company my father bled to build.”

The doctor looked away first.

At last, he said, “Two weeks. Not more.”

After he left, I cried.

For the first time since the airport, I allowed myself to break.

Not because of Ethan.

Because of my father. Because of the brutal repetition. Because of the frightening chance that I could win every fight and still continue reading …