I picked up my phone and called my lawyer.
“Naomi?” Evelyn answered immediately. “Tell me you’re not staring at that invitation alone.”
“I’m staring at evidence,” I replied calmly.
A brief pause followed. Then her tone sharpened. “Good.”
“I need certified copies of everything. Fertility records, paternity reports, the financial audit.”
“They’re already prepared.”
“And the house?”
“Still protected by your settlement clause. If Daniel committed fraud during the divorce, we can reopen the case.”
I looked down at the baby shower invitation and smiled faintly.
Camille thought I was the devastated barren ex-wife crawling back to watch her stolen fairytale blossom.
What she forgot was this:
Before Daniel married me, before Camille learned how expensive betrayal could become, I built the legal firm responsible for Mercer Holdings’ contracts.
I knew exactly where every body was buried.
And now, one of them was growing inside Camille’s stomach.
“I’ll be there,” I whispered softly.
Then I ordered the gift….
PART 2
The baby shower took place at the Mercer estate, because Camille abandoned subtlety the moment she discovered inherited wealth. White roses lined the driveway. Pale blue balloons curved over the marble staircase. A violinist stood beside the fountain, playing something delicate that sounded suspiciously like a funeral hymn.
I arrived wearing black.
Camille spotted me before anyone else.
Her smile widened sharply, almost like a blade.
“Naomi,” she sang sweetly while crossing the ballroom with one hand resting dramatically on her stomach. “You actually came.”
“I told you I would.”
