Married to the wrong twin, loved by the other
He has to be.
Julian shook his head. "I don't think he is. He's been planning this for years. The surrogacy, the embryo manipulation, the cartel connections. He has nothing left to lose. And desperate men do desperate things."
"Then we don't wait for his first birthday," I said. "We end this now. Before he has a chance to hurt anyone else."
Julian looked at me, his gray eyes dark with determination. "What do you have in mind?"
I looked down at the baby in my arms, then back at my husband.
"We bring him down," I said. "For good."