"That wretched girl! Just wait until she gets back—I'll deal with her then. Bob, don't worry. Grandma will—"
I cut her off with a quiet laugh, meeting her eyes with a calm I no longer had to fake.
"You allowed all of this, didn't you?"
"I've stopped caring what she does. You promised me once this child was safely born, you'd help me get the divorce. I hope you intend to keep your word."
Her expression faltered, guilt pooling in her eyes.
"I've failed you, child."
"I've already tricked her into signing the divorce papers. Focus on recovering. Once she's finished her postpartum confinement, you can leave."
Grandma Evelyn took the baby into her own care, personally arranging for someone to look after him.
I quietly returned to the apartment I'd lived in before the marriage, staying out of the public eye.
But that night, the gossip still tore through the business world: Jenner Group heiress defies matriarch for her brother-in-law, risking her postpartum health to protect him.
The Jenner family's stock plummeted. Greta was drowning in damage control.