The Doctor Saw My Ultrasound and Begged Me to Get a Divorce… I Never Expected the Truth…

Mr. Bell cleared his throat. “Before we begin,” he said, “there are some identity concerns we need to address.” Adrian’s expression didn’t change, but I felt his hand leave my chair. The man at the far end introduced himself as a forensic accountant working with my counsel. Adrian turned to me slowly, as if the room had changed shape. “Naomi,” he said, almost amused, “what is this? Did you contact them beforehand?” The door opened before I could answer. Rebecca walked in first.