They Thought I Had Nothing to Fight With. Then the Maid Wasn’t the Only One Who Walked In With an Envelope
In the marble lobby afterward, Ivan caught up to me.
“Are you happy now, Meredith?
You got what you wanted.”
I stopped and looked at him with a clarity that surprised us both.
“No, Ivan.
What I wanted was to wake up from surgery and find a husband worried about whether I’d lived.
What I wanted was a father holding his newborn instead of planning how to steal him.
I didn’t get that.