At the party Julian threw to welcome his “son,” I had a gift delivered. Inside were the final divorce decree, a restraining order, and a box. The box held my daughter’s cut-off NICU bracelet and a bloodstained baby blanket. He probably thought I’d lost my mind. But he had forced my hand. In the third year of our marriage, I was pregnant with our daughter. And he turned around and legally acknowledged another woman’s child as his own. When I caught him, all he said was, “It’s temporary. For the insurance.” I believed him. My reward was watching him carry another woman’s son into an ambulance, leaving me—his bleeding wife—to be questioned by the police. In that moment, I knew we were over. I gave birth to our daughter alone. She fought for her life in the NICU while her father ran himself ragged for someone else's child. He even sent me a voice message: if anything happened to that other child, he would never forgive me. Fine. He’d cost me ......
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When I found Theron Lombardi and Selena, he was just getting out of bed, lighting a cigarette. “Brielle, my enemies are after Selena. She’s with me for her own protection. I can’t just abandon her.” He looked at me, his voice dropping. “But you’re the only woman I’ve ever loved.” Then he pulled open his shirt, revealing a fresh tattoo just below his collarbone. It was the emblem of the children’s home where we’d grown up together. The skin around it was still an angry red. I rushed to him and pressed my hand against that small patch of skin, tears immediately spilling down my face. Later, as I was hemorrhaging on the operating table from an obstructed labor, Theron’s assistant called him. “Selena slit her wrists. The doctors say she and the baby are both in danger.” I’d seen a gun pointed at Theron’s head before, and he hadn’t even flinched. But in that moment, he panicked. He turned and walked out. Lying on that cold table, I used the last ......
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At the party Julian threw to welcome his “son,” I had a gift delivered. Inside were the final divorce decree, a restraining order, and a box. The box held my daughter’s cut-off NICU bracelet and a bloodstained baby blanket. He probably thought I’d lost my mind. But he had forced my hand. In the third year of our marriage, I was pregnant with our daughter. And he turned around and legally acknowledged another woman’s child as his own. When I caught him, all he said was, “It’s temporary. For the insurance.” I believed him. My reward was watching him carry another woman’s son into an ambulance, leaving me—his bleeding wife—to be questioned by the police. In that moment, I knew we were over. I gave birth to our daughter alone. She fought for her life in the NICU while her father ran himself ragged for someone else's child. He even sent me a voice message: if anything happened to that other child, he would never forgive me. Fine. He’d cost me ......
“Congratulations.” I said it to Penelope Hayes, my husband’s latest favorite. She froze. The relatives gathered around to watch the spectacle fell silent. Today was a family gathering at the Croft estate. In front of everyone, my husband, Julian, had just announced that the hostess of this year’s Founders’ Gala would, once again, not be me—his wife of five years—but Penelope. All of Charleston society was waiting for my fifth annual breakdown. Waiting for me to scream and claw at my husband like a madwoman over the empty title of “Mrs. Croft.” But I only smiled. Because I had been waiting for this day, too. For five years. My brother, Liam, ever the pragmatist, had made a deal with me long ago. If Julian humiliated me like this for five years in a row, I had to pack my bags and go home with him. Tonight was the deadline. … My composure clearly stung Julian. He personally removed the sapphire earrings from my ears, then turned and fastened......
My congratulatory gift for my husband’s election victory was a signed divorce agreement. Along with proof of my miscarriage. And a USB drive containing every speech I had ever written for him, every crisis I had ever managed. The moment he won his Senate seat, the room erupted. On TV, he stood with his arm around Sloane—the daughter of his biggest donor—thanking her and her family. They were the perfect political couple. And I, his secret wife of seven years, the woman he called his "sharpest blade," had been completely erased. His text arrived moments later, casual as ever. “We won, darling. Think of the bigger picture.” I glanced at the "gift" on the desk and smiled. Of course I would think of the bigger picture. My own. He didn't know that his greatest political achievement was forging, with his own hands, the deadliest enemy he would ever face. ... The phone screen was still lit, that text like a tiny tombstone, carved with his victor......
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