Mag-log in"The Bennetts never went bankrupt!" Daniel screamed. "Claire could crush me like a bug. Who gave you the nerve to provoke her?"His eyes were bloodshot. Both hands closed around Rachel's throat."Then why did you lie to me?" she choked out. "Why tell me they had nothing?""Because of my pathetic pride, all right?" Daniel's grip tightened. "If I hadn't lied, you'd have written me off as a kept man living off his wife."His face twisted."I brought you and Evan here because I felt sorry for you struggling back home. And this is how you repay me. Neither of you has given me a single day's peace. Now Claire will take everything and leave me buried in debt. Are you satisfied?"Rachel's face had begun to darken before Evan finally dragged his father away.Evan approached Daniel on shaking legs."Dad, tell them I was making it up. Mom and I can leave the country. We'll never bother you or Mrs. Bennett again."Then he went down on his knees in front of me, head bowed low enough to tou
"A bastard?" I stared at Daniel. "If my son is a bastard, what does that make Rachel's son? Your rightful heir?"I had wanted to ask that question from the moment I heard Evan use the word.Daniel and I were legally married. What gave Rachel's son the confidence to treat mine like an intruder?Daniel could not speak. He reached for Evan's mouth, but the boy shoved him away."Dad, you've neglected Mom and me for years. What's wrong with telling the truth? Noah doesn't even have your last name. How is he your son?"Evan's voice grew louder."You said I was the only one who'd carry on the Carter name. Did you forget?"At last, the timing made sense.Daniel's attitude toward Noah had changed just before the Northview entrance exam.That spring, Noah and I had gone to a Bennett family memorial. Daniel suddenly asked when I planned to change our son's last name.His company was stable now, he said. Business partners would laugh at a man whose own son carried his wife's family name.
"No. Let her talk."I motioned to the Bennett security officers moving through the crowd. They immediately blocked Daniel from reaching Rachel.As if three years of resentment had finally found an opening, Rachel advanced on me."Claire, when you were still the Bennett heiress, I knew better than to cross you. But Daniel brought me here from our hometown three years ago, and that's when I figured out your family was finished."I narrowed my eyes. "The Bennett family is doing perfectly well."Rachel laughed as if I had told a joke."Stop pretending. If the Bennetts still had money, would you have sent your son to a public school? Look at yourself. Every piece of clothing you're wearing came off a clearance rack. Did you sell your closet to prop up the family business?"Her smile widened."Daniel told me he gives you and Noah three hundred and fifty dollars a month. If your parents still had any power, you'd have turned his life upside down. You put up with it for three years bec
The blow split the corner of Daniel's lip.He touched the blood and stared at me."Claire, what are you talking about? I don't have a..."Before he could finish, Rachel turned toward him.Their eyes met.Daniel froze for half a second. Then his expression hardened."You've misunderstood. Rachel and I grew up in the same town. That's all.""Daniel," Rachel protested softly.One warning look from him sent her back two steps.I raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? Then explain the villa in Eastwood. Don't tell me you didn't know Rachel and her son have been living there."Parents waiting outside the testing center began to gather around us.Daniel seized my arm and tried to pull me away from the crowd."Claire, we can talk about this at home. What if all this noise gets to Noah?"I had swallowed every suspicion because I refused to endanger my son. But Rachel had come to the testing center to threaten him. If I did nothing now, how was he supposed to finish in peace?I shook off
I ran upstairs.Blood poured from a cut in Noah's left hand.Evan watched him with a cold expression. "You're useless. I ask you to sharpen a few pencils and you can't even do that. If I get to the exam and don't have a pencil that feels right, you'll pay for it."There were dozens of No. 2 pencils on the desk. Noah had sharpened every one of them.My head felt ready to split open.Evan could buy a backpack worth thousands without blinking, yet he wouldn't spend a few dollars on mechanical answer-sheet pencils. This wasn't about saving money. He had been looking for ways to torment my son.I grabbed Noah's uninjured hand."We're leaving. The tutoring ends now."He pulled back desperately."Mom, if I don't finish the last two sessions, they won't pay me. And Mrs. Miller still has my photo ID."I stared at him, horrified.Rachel leaned against the doorframe, watching me with open challenge in her eyes.No wonder Noah obeyed Evan's every demand. Without that ID, the proctors w
Evan had a chauffeur waiting at the curb.Before Noah got into the SUV, he brushed off his pants, then sprayed disinfectant over his clothes as if he were carrying something filthy.I stared at him.Evan crooked one finger at my son. "Fine. You look clean enough today. Get in."He spoke to Noah the way someone might address a stray dog.Rachel gave us a sideways look."Evan is very particular about germs. Public schools like Noah's aren't exactly clean. They let in anyone - janitors' kids, construction workers' kids. We can't be too careful."She smiled."Usually we make him take off his shirt before he gets in. Since his mother is here today, we'll let it go."Take off his shirt?It was nearly summer. Noah wore nothing but a short-sleeved school polo. She meant that my son had been forced to ride half naked.The insult rose to my lips.Daniel had grown up in a rural town, and Rachel had grown up beside him. What gave her the right to look down on working families?When we







