MY BILLIONAIRE EX-HUSBAND SAT NEXT TO ME ON A FLIGHT JUST TO MOCK ME—THEN THREE LITTLE BOYS RAN FROM A BENTLEY CALLING ME “MOM”

smiled at me with lips that never reached her eyes.

Blake stared at me.

“You’re saying Marissa knew?”

“I’m saying she saw the ultrasound.”

The color drained from his face again.

“I don’t believe that.”

“You don’t have to,” I said. “It still happened.”

The boys had become too quiet.

That was my signal to end the conversation.

I turned toward the Bentley.

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