Just as they disappeared around the stairwell, a message from Raline appeared. [I’m pregnant. Hudson is hosting a celebration banquet for me this Wednesday. You have to be there.]
[Hudson wants the public to think the baby is yours. After it’s born, you can hand it over to him for adoption to make it look proper. Don’t say anything you shouldn’t.]
I quietly deleted the message, then opened one from my lawyer. [President Palmer, if you choose to leave with nothing, the divorce will move fast. But once property division is involved, it’ll take more time.]
Reading it, I replied, [I want you to handle my rightful share. I won’t walk away empty-handed.]
From the day I graduated and joined the failing Leighton Group, I worked alone to build a company that earned over a hundred million dollars in just three months. Why should I leave like a fool with nothing?
I just wanted what belonged to me. Even if I ended up donating it, I wouldn’t let that bastard child get a share.
By Wednesday, I arrived right on time.
Raline walked through the crowd with Hudson by her side, smiling as the guests offered their congratulations. Hudson also laughed and chatted with everyone.