Hidden beneath the custody agreement was another clause.
If I signed, I’d permanently waive my right to investigate several financial accounts belonging to the Vance family real estate company.
This wasn’t just a divorce settlement.
It was a desperate attempt to protect secrets they never wanted uncovered.
I looked at Julian. “Are you absolutely certain this is what you want?”
He didn’t hesitate. “I’ve never been more certain.”
My eyes drifted toward the hospital security camera. Then to the nurse. The social worker standing quietly near the doorway.
I reached into my bag and pulled out a pen.
“Just sign,” Julian said impatiently.
Without another word, I signed every page.
Eleanor leaned close enough to whisper, “We’ll come tomorrow morning. The twins belong with us now.”
They believed my signature meant surrender.
What none of them knew was that I’d spent the last six months preparing for this exact moment.
PART 2
Here’s the thing Julian never bothered to remember about the woman he married.
Before I was “just his wife,” before the pregnancy, before he started treating me like a problem to be managed, I was a forensic accountant.