I’d just given birth when my husband stormed in—his mistress on one arm, my mother-in-law on the other. She sneered, “Your surrogacy job is done.” My husband laughed, “Did you really think I’d stay with a poor woman like you forever?”

I stopped fighting. Dominic mistook my silence for surrender. “Security will escort you out after discharge. The apartment lease is canceled. Your cards are already frozen.” Eleanor smiled. “No husband. No child. No money.”

I looked at Sophia’s red, furious face and forced myself to breathe. “May I hold her once more?” I asked. Chloe laughed. “Absolutely not.”

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So I reached toward the bedside phone instead. Dominic slapped my hand away. “Who are you calling?” “My father.” He smirked. In three years of marriage, I had told him only that my father and I were complicated. Dominic had never asked why.

I looked at the nurse. “Please call the number listed under my emergency contact. Tell him Vivienne Sterling needs him now.” Eleanor’s smile vanished. The nurse glanced at my chart, then at me. “Sterling?” I nodded. “Yes,” I said. “That Sterling.”

Chapter 4 - The Emergency Contact

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