Five minutes after our divorce became final, my husband looked me in the eyes and said, “Take the girls, Lena. I have a son coming now.” He thought he was leaving behind an ordinary wife and two daughters he no longer needed—but by that afternoon, he would discover I was a U.S. Army colonel, and the “heir” his entire family was celebrating might not even be his. – usnews

“I did. At the clinic. Richard pulled me into the hallway first.”

“What did he say?”

“He told me not to mention Grant until they had a paternity test.”

I looked toward the clock.

“Why?”

“Because if the baby is Preston’s, he said there’s no reason to destroy the company.”

There it was.

Not morality.

Not family.

Damage control.

“He knew you slept with Grant?”

“For months.”

“How?”

“Grant told him.”

I almost laughed from disbelief.

Brielle continued.

“Richard told Grant to stay quiet once I started dating Preston seriously.”

“And you agreed?”

“I thought the baby was Preston’s.”

“You hoped the baby was Preston’s.”

She didn’t answer.

“That’s different.”

“I know.”

“Why are you telling me?”

“Because Preston is losing his mind and blaming you.”

I went still.

“What?”

“He keeps saying none of this would be happening if you hadn’t left.”