Five minutes after signing the divorce papers, my ex hurried off to celebrate his mistress’s baby at an elite clinic… while I was taking our children out of the country, just before one sentence from the doctor destroyed everything his family thought they had.

given me in ages.

“Baby, it’s done,” he said. “Yes, I can still make the appointment. Today we finally get to meet the future heir.”

The heir. Not “my child.” Not “our baby.” Just heir, as if the Castillo family were royalty instead of a poisonous group of people using money to feel important. His sister, Vanessa, smirked beside him.

“Well, at least something continue reading …