My husband divorced me while I was 9 months pregnant and married his lover… “I can’t be with a woman who looks like that,” he said. He had no idea my father owned a $40 million company.

Tessa gave a soft, almost amused laugh.

“Grant really did try,” she said lightly. “But men have needs.”

My throat tightened so hard it hurt.

“You’re divorcing me days before I give birth,” I said.

Grant shrugged.

“You’ll survive. My lawyer will handle child support. I’m not your caretaker.”

Then he slid another paper across the bench between us.

Glossy. Official.

A marriage application receipt.

I stared at it. “You’re marrying her?”

He smiled like he’d been waiting for that question.

“Next week.”

The baby shifted again, restless and heavy.

“You understand how this looks, right?” I asked.

Grant leaned in just enough for his next words to land where only I could hear them.