“Madison is pregnant with triplets. All boys.”
My father-in-law said it like he was announcing quarterly earnings.
Then Richard Carlisle slid an $8.5 million settlement across the dining table.
“Evan has already signed,” he said. “You sign, take the money, resign from the company, and leave this family quietly.”
I stared at the number for maybe three seconds before looking past him.
My husband was sitting on the sofa.
Evan wouldn’t meet my eyes.
Madison Reed, his twenty-nine-year-old executive assistant, was tucked against his side with one hand resting protectively over a stomach that was already impossible to hide.
I had known she was pregnant before Richard said it.
I had not known my husband was the father.
I definitely had not known there were three babies.
Patricia, my mother-in-law, was sitting beside Madison like she had been waiting her entire life for this moment.
“Three boys,” she said softly. “Can you believe it?”
