Vanessa lifted the Birkin slightly, almost like she was showing off a trophy.
“Nathan deserves someone who can stand beside him at charity galas and executive dinners.”
She smiled coldly.
“Not someone who’s… broken.”
One of the babies whimpered.
Emily instinctively reached toward the bassinet.
Nathan never even turned his head.
Inside the folder sat everything she never imagined seeing.
A divorce petition.
Temporary custody documents.
A property settlement demanding she surrender every marital asset.
Emily slowly flipped another page.
“You even want the house?”
Nathan smirked.
“The house isn’t yours anymore.”
He folded his arms.
“I transferred it yesterday.”
Vanessa’s smile widened.
“It’s under my LLC now.”
For the first time since giving birth…
Emily stopped crying.
Nathan mistook her silence for surrender.
“You don’t have a job.”
“You don’t have money.”
“You’ve got three newborns.”
“My attorneys are going to bury you.”
Emily picked up the pen.
Nathan smiled.
Vanessa hugged the Birkin tighter.
Then Emily calmly placed the pen back onto the paperwork.
“I’m not signing.”
Nathan’s smile disappeared.
“Don’t pretend you’ve got leverage.”
“I’m curious,” Emily asked quietly.
“Did your lawyers tell you that?”
Nathan didn’t answer.
Instead he wrapped an arm around Vanessa’s waist.
“We’ll come back after you’ve accepted reality.”
They walked out together.
The hospital door closed behind them.
Silence filled the room.
Emily stared at her sleeping sons for nearly a minute before reaching for her phone.
She called her mother.
The call was answered immediately.
“Mom…”
Her voice finally broke.
“I chose the wrong man.”
“You were right about him.”
There was only silence on the other end.
Then her father’s calm voice joined the call.
“Are the babies safe?”
Emily looked toward the bassinets.
“Yes.”
“Then cry tonight.”
His voice remained steady.
“Tomorrow…”
