And Julian was careless.

When he locked me out of our accounts, he left behind passwords, transfer records, shell company invoices, and emails between him and Eleanor discussing how to “starve her until she signs away custody.”

I didn’t scream. I didn’t beg.

I saved everything.

Now, in the delivery room, the doctor stared at my baby like he’d seen a ghost.

“What is it?” I rasped.

He looked at me, tears trembling on his lashes.

“Who is the father?”

My blood went cold.