Se connecter"So, Riley was actually your son this entire time?" My voice shakes so much, and my throat wobbles, I think I'm about to cry. I lean forward against the table, staring directly across the aisle at the man who used to be my husband. If the DNA results wasn't in the judge's hand, I might not have be
I swallow hard, my jaw tightening as I stare at him standing in front of me. I nod quickly. I definitely don't ever want to be on his bad side. "I swear to you on my life, it would never get to that point. I would rather jump back in front of that billboard than hurt her." The tension instantly e
My chest feels like a malfunctioning engine, and for once, it has nothing to do with my fractured ribs. Internally, I am entering a state of panic. I have cross-examined hostile corporate executives, survived two assassination attempts on rain-slicked highways, and stared down serial killers witho
I lean in just a fraction of an inch. "I want you to sign the divorce papers, Deckard. That is the only thing I want from you." He lets out a sudden dry and hysterical laugh, shaking his head against the iron bars. "The divorce? You think I’m just going to hand Sydney over to your family on a silve
"Take it easy Owen, before your bones fall apart right here on the concrete," I state smoothly, not even turning my head away from the tinted windows of my car. Owen lets out a snort, limping very noticeably as his polished shoes crunch against the pavement. He places a hand firmly against his heav
I sprint to the corridor wall, aggressively hitting the emergency nurse call button. Within thirty seconds, the primary attending doctor charges into the room, quickly carrying out a full neurological and physical examination. The doctor steps back, smiling warmly at me as he clicks his pen shut.
A wave of pure relief washes over me, so strong I feel dizzy. "Thank you. Oh, thank you—" "But," he interrupts, holding up a hand. "There will be clauses. I do not work for free, and as you’ve already admitted, even if you worked for the next three years, you couldn't afford my standard hourly rate
"You're in the city, but you never come to see me? You're like a ghost. A handsome and intelligent ghost, my son is." Mother’s voice rings out before I even reach the parlor. She’s sitting in her favorite wingback chair, looking as calm as she always does, though the grief lines from crying over my
The sun hasn’t even fully cleared the horizon when the first ping pierces through my dreams. I groan, burying my face into the plush silk pillows of my bed, trying to block out the intrusion. But then comes another. And another. And many more notifications that makes my heart start to race before
I run a trembling hand over my face, desperately trying to clear my vision, but it’s a losing battle. The rain, courtesy of three massive industrial overhead sprinklers, is relentless, pouring down on me in icy, heavy sheets that make my skin sting. I’m standing in the middle of a simulated street







