For Eight Years I Carried the Blame for Our Childlessness. My Mother-in-Law Went Pale When She Realized He Still Didn’t Know the Truth Was His

Adrian blinked.

He had prepared himself, I could see, for tears — for pleading, for a scene, for the satisfaction of watching me break in front of an audience.

Vanessa had leaned forward slightly, already savoring it.

And instead I had simply signed, and set down the pen, and folded my hands.

“That’s it?” Vanessa asked, and her voice dropped, because a victory that costs the loser nothing does not feel like a victory at all.

“That’s it,” I said.