slapped it off the bed.
Richard stepped closer. “Maya, don’t make this uglier than necessary. I’m offering support. Quietly sign the postnatal custody agreement, agree that the twins primarily stay with me after they’re weaned, and I’ll pay for an apartment.”
I stared at him.
There it was.
Not betrayal.
Not divorce.
A hostile takeover.
My pain sharpened into continue reading …
