Dominic stared at me then, understanding at last that the powerless wife he’d thrown away had been watching everything.

For six months, I’d noticed the gap between Dominic’s lifestyle and his company’s declared income. I copied statements, saved emails, and sent all of it to Sophia before my emergency admission. I’d hoped I was wrong. The night I went into labor, Dominic moved every dollar out of our accounts and into Natalie’s company—proof that I wasn’t.

He lunged for my phone.

Security had him before he ever got close to me.

Natalie screamed as another officer cut off her path.

I pointed at my coat. “That belongs to me.”

She tore it off and threw it down.

Grandfather picked it up carefully, folded it over his arm, and turned to security. “Remove them. Preserve every camera recording. The police are already on their way.”

PART 3

Dominic twisted against the officers. “Audrey, tell them this is a misunderstanding. We can work out custody.”

“Custody?” I repeated. “You called our children runts.”

Natalie clutched her belly. “I’m pregnant! You can’t treat me like this.”

The chief medical officer’s voice went hard. “You walked into a restricted neonatal unit, harassed a recovering patient, and disrupted critical care. You’re being removed, not treated.”

The police met them right outside the elevator.