My Husband Told Me To Take The Bus After Birth, Then His Whole Empire Vanished Before Dessert

he tried to approach me.

“Claire,” he said.

I was holding Ethan’s car seat. My father stood to one side. Martin stood to the other.

Daniel looked thinner already. The confidence had drained from him, leaving something sharp and desperate behind.

“I want to see him,” he said.

“You’ll follow the court order.”

“I’m his father.”

“Then act like one.”

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