I left the hospital carrying my daughter’s ashes when my husband finally called from wherever he was with his mistress and coldly said, “The bill has been taken care of. Stop bothering me.” I didn’t argue with him. I didn’t allow him to hear my voice break.

Brendan was coming upstairs.

And while he still believed his wife had nowhere else to go, my father’s attorney was already beginning the process that could place the future of Brendan’s entire family business in my hands.

Part 2 – Uncovering the Truth

Brendan opened Chloe’s bedroom door while I was still holding the old phone in my hand.

His attention moved from my face to the white urn resting inside the crib, and for the first time that evening, the irritation disappeared from his expression.

“What is that?” Brendan asked, stepping closer to the crib.