I looked at the screen, where the names of my children were listed on a draft of the Harrison trust fund.

Eleanor had already drawn up the papers to take custody of them, using the forged bribery documents to prove I was an unfit mother.

The sheer cruelty of my past life with Ethan’s family washed over me.

“They planned this from the very beginning,” I whispered.

“They will never touch our children again,” Ethan said.

Suddenly, Maya’s laptop beeped with an incoming alert.

A live security feed from the hospital lobby appeared on her screen.

A black limousine had just pulled up to the main entrance, despite the late hour.

The door opened, and a woman in an elegant wool coat stepped out, escorted by two men in dark suits.

It was Eleanor Harrison.

She looked up at the hospital cameras, her expression calm, as if she owned the building.

My breath caught in my throat.

“She’s here,” I said.

Ethan leaned over Maya’s shoulder to look at the screen.

“She’s not waiting for the gala,” Ethan said.