Derrick’s POVI headed home fuming. Despite my outright rejection of the outrageous adjusted offer from Susan and her lawyer, Peterson had been insistent that I accept it. But not in front of them. That happened half an hour later, after the meeting had ended and a triumphant Susan and her lawyer had taken their leave. Left to me, I was deadass ready to take the case to court, but Peterson was steadfast in advising me to take the offer. But Susan was simply asking too much. And out of everything, the fact that she was also demanding child support for a baby that I was fully sure wasn’t mine was the most infuriating thing. My phone rang just as I was driving off the highway. Seeing that it was Eliana, I answered it without a second’s delay. “Hi, baby,” I said, trying hard to keep the anger out of my voice. “I love you, Derrick.”“What?” “I love you,” she repeated, her tone firmer this time. “I think I always have. And I know I was supposed to say this back to you the day you confes
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