Chapter 3 - The Forged Contract
“Give her back,” I said. My voice was weak, but the room went strangely still.
Dominic produced a folder. “You signed an agreement. Chloe and I are the intended parents. You were compensated.” “I signed hospital consent forms.” “You signed what I gave you.”
Eleanor patted my cheek. “Be grateful. We let you live comfortably for three years.” The nurse near the doorway frowned. “Mr. Vance, return the infant to her mother.” Chloe snapped, “I am her mother.”
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Dominic ordered the nurse out, but she stayed. That was his first mistake. His second was tossing the folder onto my bed. His third was believing I was too broken to read it.
The signature looked like mine, but the date was from a weekend I had spent in Boston. The notary seal belonged to Nevada. The payment listed—two hundred thousand dollars—had never reached any account I owned.
