“Please. Ethan told us everything. We have proof. If you don’t sign and walk away, we’ll make sure your reputation is destroyed.”
Olivia turned to Ethan one last time.
“Look at me,” she said softly. “Say it yourself. Say it’s true.”
He finally met her eyes.
“Just sign it, Liv. It’s better this way. Go back to your father’s garage. That’s where you belong. This life… was never really yours.”
Something inside her cracked.
Not her heart.
Three days after an emergency C-section, my husband showed up with his assistant to make me sign divorce papers and take our twin daughters—
—and by the next morning in Los Angeles, he realized he had made a mistake no amount of money could fix.
Three days after the surgery in a private hospital in Los Angeles, I still couldn’t sit up properly when he walked into my room.
He wasn’t alone.
Next to him stood his assistant—a woman who had been appearing far too often in his “late meetings.”
He placed an envelope on the tray in front of me like it was just business.
“The lawyer made everything simple.”
Simple.
Full custody of our twin girls would go to him.
I would get a check for 3 million dollars.
And in return—I would disappear.
Quietly.