I knew my mother-in-law hated me, but I never thought she would hide shrimp in my food while I was pregnant. When my throat closed and I grabbed my belly, Daniel snapped, “Stop em:bar:rassing my mother.”

slammed the restaurant door in her face.

The next morning, I went myself.

He stood alone inside the empty dining room, polishing the same glass over and over again.

“I signed an NDA,” he said before I even sat down.

“An NDA does not protect attempted murder,” I replied quietly. “Or fetal h:omicide.”

The color drained from his face.

“I didn’t know you were continue reading …