“It started at a business dinner in Miami.

And the day you lost the baby, he was actually with me at my apartment in Orlando.”

I remembered the terrible hemorrhage, the calls that went unanswered—and Jared arriving the next day on his knees, swearing he’d never forgive himself for not being there.

“You’ll sign the divorce papers tomorrow,” Courtney continued coldly.

“He’s going to marry me in the church, and when my son is born, everything the Harlan family owns will be ours.”

“That’s what you think,” I whispered back.