My mother-in-law said she didn’t care about my 9-year-old daughter, and my husband agreed. Then he called me stupid and said I would sign whatever they needed.

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“That property was my father’s,” I said. “And after me, it belongs to Lily.”

Preston laughed, but the sound came out thin. “Lily is nine.”

“And somehow still more trustworthy than you.”

His expression shifted.

For one second, I saw the man beneath the charm. Not the husband who brought flowers after insults. Not the father figure who posed next to Lily continue reading …