David: Perfect. Let him fund the apartment and the SUV. By the time he realizes he’s paying for my kid, the embezzlement audit will be closed, and the money will be legally his responsibility as the co-signer. He’s too blind to see any of it.
A choked, hysterical sob escaped my throat.
David hadn’t just stolen my mistress; he and Valerie had used my desperate, blind desire for a legacy to cover up a systematic fraud. David knew I was sterile—he was my business partner, my confidant, the man who had subtly guided me to the specific fertility clinic his own cousin managed. They had engineered the perfect trap, using my own toxic pride as the bait. I had given Valerie everything, signing leases, buying assets, and draining my own accounts, all to build a golden cage for another man’s family.
My phone buzzed in my hand again. It was a photo from Lucy.
