reached the revolving doors of

'am. This is a

efrigerator, his expression impassive

anklin West is my husba

ition, but he didn't move. "Mr. West is preparin

my voice rising with desperation. "He

ightened. "I have

s? Fro

om

, cream-colored maternity dress that did nothing to hide her swollen belly. She looked me up and down, a

ping with false sweetness. "I thought you'd be hol

. The ones Franklin had given me for our fi

," I said, ignoring her

the rage and the fear. For Leo, I had t

ive perfume. "He's about to announce his triumphant return. The fake bank

edly at me. I wa

my mouth. "Leo is sick. He needs an operation. It cost

east for her. Her eyes

ve hand on her belly. "That's a lot of money. Franklin

blow. Healthy heir. As if

Leo's face, pale and struggling for breath, was burned into my mind. "I'll sign the divorce pa

ed. A sharp

uld hear. "This whole thing... you losing your penthouse, your money

were cold

wanted to see you grovel. And Frankl

I whispered, the final

g. "And he knows you're here. In fact, he's

ew I was here, begging for our son's life, a

e. "You're a washed-up housewife with a broken child. You're

e service elevator. Show her out the bac

e started to drag me away, past the reporters and the banners c