The Bitter Truth Behind My False Infertility and the Family I Lost
I stared at the screen, my grip tightening on the glass.
Celeste had married me knowing I was fertile, knowing my mother had forced Maren away, and she had taken hush money to keep the secret.
“Adrian?” Maren asked, noticing my expression.
“It’s happening,” I said quietly. “The medical board suspended Mercer’s license an hour ago. The police are at my mother’s estate.”
Maren let out a long breath, her shoulders dropping. “And Celeste?”
“She’s desperate,” I said. “She knows her reputation in Boston is finished if the board finds out she helped Eleanor.”
I stood up and walked to the window, looking out at the dark ocean waves crashing against the rocks.
The board meeting was starting in ten minutes.
I needed to make sure Celeste did not get a single penny of the Whitmore family trust.
I called Harrison back.
“Are you safe?” Harrison asked immediately when he answered.
“We’re in Ogunquit,” I said. “The kids are safe. Tell me about the board.”
“Celeste is already on the call,” Harrison said. “She’s trying to claim she was a victim of your mother’s manipulation. She wants a settlement.”