Behind him came Sienna — his mistress — wearing an elegant white dress and a smile that belonged at a celebration, not inside a maternity ward.
Then came the rest of the Vance family. More than twenty people crowded into the room.
No one asked how I was feeling. No one admired the babies.
Julian placed a thick leather folder on the bedside table.
“It’s a fair offer,” he said without emotion. “Two hundred thousand dollars today. You sign the divorce papers, surrender all custody of the twins, and disappear from our lives.”
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