“Timing for what? Where’s Emily? Where’s the baby?”
“Mrs. Walker is safe, and her daughter is healthy. Her name is Grace. A fitting name, wouldn’t you say?”
Jason let out an uneasy laugh. “I told her to go back to her parents’. Didn’t expect her to move out this quickly. Fine. I’ll just change the locks.”
Mr. Reynolds remained composed.
“That won’t be necessary. This house belongs to Mrs. Walker.”
Jason’s smile slowly disappeared.
“What do you mean? I paid for this house.”
“With money from her family trust,” the attorney replied calmly. “Five years ago you signed a prenuptial agreement. Separate assets. If infidelity or emotional abandonment occurs, she keeps full rights to the house and any joint business funded by her inheritance.”
Jason felt the color drain from his face.
“Infidelity? You can’t prove anything.”
Mr. Reynolds opened his briefcase and handed him several glossy photographs.
Jason instantly recognized the Aspen hotel suite. In one photo, he and Brittany stepped onto the balcony together. In another, they stood unmistakably close.
“Mrs. Walker hired a private investigator months ago,” Mr. Reynolds said. “She suspected the truth. And your phone call last night—telling her to ‘go live with her parents’ while she was in labor—was recorded. This morning the judge signed an emergency eviction order.”
Jason stood motionless.
In less than a day, the house, the business accounts, the comfortable life he believed was his—it was all slipping away.
A black SUV pulled up along the curb.
The rear window slowly rolled down.
Inside sat Emily, pale but composed. In her arms, wrapped in a white blanket, was Grace.
