For a moment, he seemed like he wanted to say something meaningful.
Something honest.
Instead he asked, “Can we negotiate?”
I laughed.
A real laugh.
The first one in months.
Then I gave him the same mercy he had shown me.
“No.”
I walked away.
Three weeks later, I gave birth to a healthy baby boy.
When I held him for the first time, none of the court battles mattered anymore.
Not the shares.
Not the money.
Not the headlines.
Only him.
Richard eventually saw his son under supervised arrangements
