Two Days After I Paid for My Son's Wedding, the Restaurant Manager Called and Said, "Come Alone—And Don't Tell Your Wife"
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Chapter 3 - The Café
Over the following week, Ms. Kane worked quietly. Accounts froze. Properties locked. Trust access suspended. A toxicologist confirmed the napkin residue was digoxin. DNA tests confirmed Marcus wasn't mine — he was Silas's. The unborn baby wasn't Marcus's either.
Paige even met me at a café and threatened to accuse me of something horrific if I didn't sign power of attorney over to her on the spot.
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The recorder in my breast pocket caught every single word.
By Saturday, everything was ready.
