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.”

her calmly.

“It’s now part of the investigation.”

The attorney who’d accompanied Celeste stepped farther away.

“I strongly advise you to obtain independent legal counsel before making any additional statements.”

Celeste looked around the room.

At the attorney.

At Margaret.

At Adrian holding Poppy.

Then she reached for the blank check.

Her hand shook slightly.

“You could have walked away wealthy,” she told me.

I shook my head.

“That’s never what I wanted.”

“Then what exactly did you want?”

I looked toward Adrian.

“The truth.”

He stepped beside me.

“And