My billionaire boyfriend’s mother walked into my Vermont farmhouse, placed a blank check on my kitchen table, and said, “Name your price. Then disappear before Adrian learns that child is his.”

a silver pin bearing the Vale Corporation emblem.

She set her case on my table.

“My name is Margaret Sloan. I’m outside counsel for the Vale Corporation board.”

Celeste’s face had lost almost all its color.

“You had no authority to bring her here.”

Margaret calmly opened her briefcase.

“The board authorized my involvement.”

Adrian finally looked directly at me.

For two years, I’d imagined what would happen if we ever saw each other again.

I’d imagined demanding explanations.

Accusing him of abandoning us.

Telling him how difficult the pregnancy