He Made Me Sign Away My Daughter
He took everything from me. My home. My heart. My daughter.
I was twenty four years old, lying in a hospital bed, holding my newborn girl for the first time, when Rane Blackwood walked in with divorce papers and a court order. He said I was unfit. He said I was poor. He said I had nothing to offer his child. And because I had no money, no lawyer, and no one to fight for me, I signed.
I told myself it was temporary. I told myself I would come back for her.
I kept that promise.
Six years later, I am not the broken girl he left behind. I rebuilt from nothing. I worked, I sacrificed, I planned. And when his six shareholders quietly sold their stakes one by one, I was the one buying. By the time Rane Blackwood figured out what was happening, I already owned sixty percent of his company.
He does not know it is me. Not yet.
I have a new life, a new love, and a daughter I have never stopped thinking about. But my daughter does not know I am her mother. His wife, the woman who was once my best friend, has made sure of that. She has poisoned my child's heart against a woman she does not even know is standing right in front of her.
Now Rane is chasing me. Begging. Promising. Suffering.
Good. Let him.
Some debts are not paid in money. Some are paid in regret.