My Husband Said a Foster Child Would Leave With Nothing—Then a DNA Match Brought a Man With a Silver Cane to Our Divorce Hearing

She glanced at my stomach and then back at my face.

“Come through.”

Marcus sat behind a desk crowded with files.

His speech was quick; his questions were precise.

“Twenty-four.

Married eighteen months.

Prenuptial agreement signed three days before the wedding.

Correct?”