Then she pulled out her phone. The photos she showed next hit harder than any slap—Daniel and Vanessa together in Paris, in restaurants, in bed.
Evelyn’s body went cold. Richard’s deep voice followed, steady and cruel.
“Sign the papers, take the check, and walk away. Fifty thousand dollars. The baby stays with us.”
Evelyn’s arms tightened around Noah. “You can’t take my son.”
Helen lunged forward as if to grab him, but Evelyn screamed, “Don’t touch him!” The baby began to cry. A nurse rushed in, followed by security guards. Helen turned to them smoothly. “This woman is hysterical,” she said with feigned concern.
Daniel finally spoke, his tone flat, almost bored. “Just sign it, Evelyn. Let’s not make this ugly.”
Something inside her broke.
