Beside him stood Tiffany Rhodes.
His assistant.
His closest ally.
And his mistress.
She stood close to him, confident, unapologetic. Neither of them looked ashamed.
That hurt more than the betrayal itself.
I had already processed that pain in long, lonely nights.
What hurt now was that he didn’t even bother to hide it anymore.
I sat at my table, gripping a worn folder filled with pieces of my life—ultrasound reports, unpaid bills, and messages I had never shared with anyone.
My lawyer wasn’t there.
Simon Fletcher should have been beside me, but his seat was empty.
I learned that Harrison’s legal team had filed something late the night before, disrupting the schedule. I was told to wait.
Then I was told the hearing would proceed anyway.
That’s when I understood—
He had planned this.
He wanted me alone. Unprepared.
Defenseless.
Harrison leaned toward me and whispered,
“You should just sign the settlement and walk away while you still have some dignity.”
He told me I should be grateful for what little he was offering.
My baby moved inside me—a small reminder to stay strong.
“I’m not asking for anything unreasonable,” I said quietly.
