“You have two days. I want everything on this woman and Daniel.”
The reply came quickly: “Understood.”
As every minute passed, my heart burned with anxiety.
Finally, my phone pinged with a message.
It was a full-body photo of the woman.
No way.
My eyes went wide in shock, my blood rushing in reverse.
Joanna Brown.
An international student from Africa.
My cousin’s best friend, currently interning at my company alongside her.
I had watched her belly grow and personally approved her maternity leave.
Never in my worst nightmares did I imagine the child she carried belonged to my husband.
Daniel returned home soon after.
I slipped my phone away and asked in disbelief:
“Where did you take the baby?”
Daniel, while changing his shoes, answered confidently:
“I sent him to my mom’s place in the next neighborhood. She’ll help us take care of him for a few days. Once you come around, we’ll bring him back.”
“Then we’ll throw him a grand baby shower so everyone knows you’re his mother. All our assets will go to him!”
I raised my hand to cut him off. “Stop. I’m not going to raise a lump of coal.”
Daniel’s face darkened instantly, his brows furrowing.
“Claire Miller, are you looking down on him?”