while secretly combing through my emails and forwarding them to him.
“I just had a baby,” I said. “I’m not going anywhere.”
The line went silent.
The music in the background continued, but Adrian stopped laughing.
“What did you say?”
“I said I just gave birth.”
“…Whose baby is it?”
Once upon a time, that question would have destroyed me. Back then, I was the Emma who cried in court while he painted me as unstable, bitter, and impossible to love. The woman he convinced the judge didn’t deserve the
