PART 1

“If you want the children, take them. They’re only stopping me from starting over.”

Adrian Castillo said those words less than five minutes after we signed the divorce papers, as if Noah and Lily were old furniture he no longer wanted instead of our children. I sat across from the polished walnut desk in the attorney’s office, watching the man I had loved for ten years answer his phone with a smile he had not given me in ages.

“Baby, it’s done,” he said. “Yes, I can still make the appointment. Today we finally get to meet the future heir.”

The heir. Not “my child.” Not “our baby.” Just heir, as if the Castillo family were royalty instead of a poisonous group of people using money to feel important. His sister, Vanessa, smirked beside him.

“Well, at least something good finally came out of all this mess.”