I watched the clip at midnight while feeding two babies and rocking a third with my foot. I should have cried.
Instead, I saved it.
That became my habit.
Every lie, I saved.
Every interview, every legal letter, every voicemail where Evelyn hissed that my “little scandal” would never touch them—I kept it all. My evidence grew until it filled three locked cabinets. I worked from my kitchen table while five toddlers slept in a pile of blankets beside me. By day, I handled corporate contracts. By night, I studied genetics, medical records, trust law, and every weakness in the Pierce family structure.
Daniel sent no support.
Not one dollar.
That was his second mistake.
His first was leaving before the mandatory hospital DNA collection. Because five babies from one pregnancy had triggered a medical research protocol, the tests had already been ordered. Daniel thought pride made him untouchable.
Science had already told the truth.
