My Ex-Husband Tried To Steal My Baby In Court—Then My Secret Husband Walked In

pen so tightly my fingers hurt.

My oversized thrift-store blazer felt ridiculous.

Like a child pretending to wear armor.

Across the room sat Charles.

Perfect.

Composed.

Untouchable.

His charcoal suit probably cost more than my yearly salary.

Three expensive attorneys surrounded him.

They whispered confidently.

Relaxed.

Victorious.

Charles never looked at me.

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