Someone once asked me what it felt like to be married to Victor Loring. I told them it felt like keeping a leopard in a cage. The day I got the divorce text, my hands were shaking , not from fear. From excitement. Two hundred million dollars. I signed the agreement before the ink was dry, walked away with nothing but the clothes on my back, and bought the most expensive penthouse in the city. He thought he'd thrown out a charity case. What he didn't know was that I was already carrying his quadruplets. Now, this man , this untouchable Godfather who has never knelt before anyone is on his knees in my living room, eyes raw and red. "I didn't send that text," he says. I touch my stomach. And I smile. I smile and watch his expression collapse from shock into something that looks a lot like terror. ......
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