My name is Nora, and I was still recovering from my C-section when it happened.
Leo and Oliver slept peacefully in my arms, wrapped in matching blue blankets, as a nurse finished explaining my discharge instructions.
Then the hospital room door swung open.
Julian walked in first.
Behind him came Sienna — his mistress — wearing an elegant white dress and a smile that belonged at a celebration, not inside a maternity ward.
Then came the rest of the Vance family. More than twenty people crowded into the room.
No one asked how I was feeling. No one admired the babies.
Julian placed a thick leather folder on the bedside table.
