The timeline lined up perfectly with her trip to Aspen with Carter Vance.

I stood up from my desk, my chest tight.

I needed proof.

If the child was Vance’s, Jared’s entire world would crumble.

He had planned my ruin, skimming money from my family trust to fund this new life.

He was willing to cast me aside for his new heir.

If that heir wasn’t his, he would have nothing.

I picked up my phone and called the clinic.

The Kensington Private Hospital was the most exclusive medical facility in the city.

The Harlan family had funded their pediatric wing, and my name was well-known to the administration.

“Kensington Private, how may I direct your call?” the receptionist asked.

“This is Shelby Harlan,” I said, my voice commanding and smooth.

“I need to speak with Dr. Aris’s office regarding a patient registration.”

“One moment, Mrs. Harlan.”

The line clicked, and soft classical music began to play.

I walked to the window, looking out at the city skyline.

If I was going to do this, I had to be precise.