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The first sound my premature twins heard outside their incubators was the slap of divorce papers against my knees. The second was my husband telling me they were too weak to be worth ruining his life.<\/p>\n
I stared through the glass at\u00a0Liam<\/b>\u00a0and\u00a0Chloe<\/b>, each barely larger than my forearm, their tiny chests fluttering beneath wires and translucent tape. Behind me,\u00a0Dominic<\/b>\u00a0stood in an expensive charcoal suit, one hand resting possessively on the swollen belly of his mistress,\u00a0Natalie<\/b>.<\/p>\n
She was wearing my coat.<\/p>\n
It was a custom ivory maternity coat I had ordered before the emergency delivery, embroidered inside with the initials of my babies.\u00a0Natalie<\/b>\u00a0stroked the cashmere sleeve and smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cBeautiful, isn\u2019t it?\u201d she said. \u201cDominic<\/b>\u00a0said you wouldn\u2019t need it anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dominic<\/b>\u00a0dropped a pen onto the folder. \u201cSign.\u201d<\/p>\n
My incision burned as I shifted in the hospital chair. I had delivered at twenty-nine weeks, hemorrhaged, and spent two days unconscious.\u00a0Dominic<\/b>\u00a0had visited once. Apparently, he had used the remaining time efficiently.<\/p>\n
\u201cI emptied the joint accounts,\u201d he whispered coldly. \u201cCanceled your cards too. The apartment lease is in my name. You and these runts are on your own.\u201d<\/p>\n
A nurse near the doorway stiffened, but I raised one finger, asking her not to interfere.<\/p>\n
Dominic<\/b>\u00a0mistook restraint for surrender.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou always pretended you were special,\u201d he continued. \u201cBut you\u2019re nobody,\u00a0Audrey<\/b>. No parents. No family. No career since you got pregnant. I\u2019m offering you a clean break.\u201d<\/p>\n
Natalie<\/b>\u00a0leaned closer, perfume flooding the sterile room. \u201cDon\u2019t make this embarrassing. Stress is bad for fragile babies.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at her hand on my coat, then at\u00a0Dominic\u2019s<\/b>\u00a0smug face. Three years earlier, he had proposed after hearing I had inherited \u201ca little trust\u201d from distant relatives. I had let him believe it was modest. My grandfather had insisted.<\/p>\n
\u201cPeople reveal themselves when they think you have nothing,\u201d he had warned me.<\/p>\n
I opened the folder.<\/p>\n
Dominic\u2019s<\/b>\u00a0smile widened.<\/p>\n
The agreement gave him the apartment, the vehicles, the furniture, and full ownership of his medical-supply company. In exchange, he waived responsibility for my debts and offered no support beyond the legal minimum.<\/p>\n
He had even misspelled\u00a0Chloe\u2019s<\/b>\u00a0name. I signed every marked page.<\/p>\n
Natalie<\/b>\u00a0let out a soft, mocking laugh. \u201cThat was easier than expected.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed the folder, handed it back, and picked up my phone.<\/p>\n
Dominic<\/b>\u00a0turned toward the door. \u201cCall a shelter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m calling my grandfather.\u201d<\/p>\n
He paused.<\/p>\n
I pressed the private number only four people possessed.<\/p>\n
A voice answered immediately. \u201cAudrey<\/b>?\u201d<\/p>\n
I watched\u00a0Dominic\u2019s<\/b>\u00a0confidence flicker.<\/p>\n
\u201cGrandfather,\u201d I said calmly, \u201cI need you at\u00a0Saint Aurelia\u2019s<\/b>\u00a0neonatal unit. And bring hospital security.\u201d<\/p>\n
I paused, looking at my former husband. \u201cSomeone has mistaken my silence for permission to destroy your great-grandchildren and me.\u201d<\/p>\n
PART 2<\/h3>\n
Dominic<\/b>\u00a0barked a laugh. \u201cYour grandfather? The dead one?\u201d<\/p>\n
Natalie<\/b>\u00a0covered her mouth, delighted. \u201cMaybe the medication is making her confused.\u201d<\/p>\n
I said nothing. Grandfather had erased himself from society after my parents died in a plane crash when I was twelve. Reporters knew billionaire\u00a0Arthur Crestwood<\/b>\u00a0had one surviving heir, but no photograph of me had appeared since childhood. I attended ordinary schools under my mother\u2019s surname, worked as an accountant, and rejected the bodyguards and penthouses he offered.<\/p>\n
Dominic<\/b>\u00a0had married\u00a0Audrey Brooks<\/b>, the supposedly orphaned bookkeeper. He had no idea\u00a0Audrey Brooks<\/b>\u00a0controlled the\u00a0Crestwood<\/b>\u00a0family trust.<\/p>\n
The elevator doors opened eight minutes later.<\/p>\n
First came two hospital security officers. Then the chief medical officer, the network\u2019s general counsel, and\u00a0Sophia Sterling<\/b>, my grandfather\u2019s private attorney.\u00a0Arthur Crestwood<\/b>\u00a0followed with a silver cane striking the floor like a judge\u2019s gavel.<\/p>\n
Every nurse in the unit went silent.<\/p>\n
Dominic\u2019s<\/b>\u00a0face entirely emptied of color.<\/p>\n
Natalie<\/b>\u00a0whispered, \u201cThat\u2019s\u00a0Arthur Crestwood<\/b>.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grandfather passed them without acknowledgment and knelt beside my chair. His ruthless expression broke when he saw the incubators.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich is\u00a0Liam<\/b>?\u201d<\/p>\n
I pointed. His hand trembled against the glass.<\/p>\n
Dominic<\/b>\u00a0recovered enough to step forward. \u201cMr.\u00a0Crestwood<\/b>, I can explain why I\u2019m here.\u201d<\/p>\n\ud83d\udc49 Click Here For Continue Reading:PART2: Sitting by my premature twins\u2019 incubators, my husband dropped a folder of divorce papers onto my lap. His pregnant mistress stood behind him, smirking while wearing my custom maternity coat. \u201cI emptied the joint accounts,\u201d he whispered coldly.<\/a><\/h1>\n