28 août 2026

Five minutes after signing the divorce papers, my ex hurried off to celebrate his mistress’s baby at an elite clinic…

“They’re my kids.”

“Three minutes ago, you said they were holding you back.”

The attorney lowered his eyes. Vanessa fell silent. Adrian opened his mouth, but no excuse came quickly enough to save him from his own words.

I stood, took my coat, and walked into the reception area. Noah sat curled on a leather couch, hugging his dinosaur backpack. Lily was coloring flowers in a notebook.

“Are we going now, Mommy?” she asked softly.

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