After I gave birth to our triplets, my husband showed up at the hospital with his mistress—her Birkin swinging from her arm—just to humiliate me. “You’re too ugly now. Sign the divorce,” he sneered. When I came home with the babies, I found out the house had already been transferred into her name. I called my parents in tears. “I chose wrong. You were right about him.” They thought I’d finally given up. They had no idea who my parents really were…

Emily tried to sit up, pain flashing white behind her eyes. “Get out,” she rasped. “Both of you—”

Nate slapped a folder onto her blanket. Papers slid like sharp leaves over her skin. “Sign. Or I make sure you leave with nothing.”

Madison leaned down, her perfume suffocating. “You should thank me,” she whispered. “I’m saving you from embarrassment. Look at you.”