I reached into my bag and pulled out a pen.
“Just sign,” Julian said impatiently.
Without another word, I signed every page.
Eleanor leaned close enough to whisper, “We’ll come tomorrow morning. The twins belong with us now.”
They believed my signature meant surrender.
What none of them knew was that I’d spent the last six months preparing for this exact moment.
PART 2
Here’s the thing Julian never bothered to remember about the woman he married.