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

“I need the dimensions of the spare room.”

“The nursery,” I said.

Patrick stepped between us.

“Take your bag.

Vacate the premises.”

“You don’t have a court order.”

His expression changed, just enough to show he had not expected that answer.

“You want to make this ugly?”