THEY HUMILIATED HIS PREGNANT EX-WIFE AT DINNER—THEN HER ONE PHONE CALL FROZE THEIR BILLION-DOLLAR EMPIRE

looked up.

“Dad sounds sad.”

Cassidy nodded. “He was.”

“Were you sad too?”

“Yes.”

“Are you still?”

Cassidy looked around the kitchen—sunlight, a school bag by the door, a life built carefully, deliberately.

“Not in the same way.”

Samuel folded the letter neatly. “Can I keep it?”

“Yes.”

That weekend, Brendan arrived for his scheduled visit. It was no longer in continue reading …