The Postpartum Payback: Divorced, Filthy Rich, and Thriving

Five years after my husband’s vasectomy, I found a reservation confirmation for a luxury postpartum recovery retreat on his phone.

The mother’s name: Lacey Sterling.

How ironic.

She was my adoptive sister, the fake heiress who had been kicked out of our family years ago.

Seeing he could no longer hide it, Julian Vance laid his cards on the table.

"Lacey won't threaten your position, Serena. Once the baby is born, he will only call you Mom."

"If you agree to this, we can go on as we always have. I'll take you to Aspen for Christmas. If not... then we have no choice but to divorce."