After my husband’s mistress announced she was carrying twins, his family offered me two billion dollars to walk away quietly. I didn’t hesitate—I signed the divorce papers and moved abroad. But just as their wedding plans were underway, the test results came in… and everything unraveled.

Complications arose.

Neither twin survived.

Harper learned the news months later. She felt no triumph—only a quiet, complicated sadness.

Then came disruption.

A private investigator arrived with discreet precision. Dates. Medical timelines. Evidence assembling itself into unavoidable truth.

Days later, Graham appeared in person.

“You’re expecting a child,” he said, strain cracking his polished tone. “That child is mine.”

“You paid me to disappear,” Harper replied calmly. “And I honored that.”

He offered money. Equity. Trust funds. Influence packaged as opportunity.

She declined each proposal.