My Husband's Mistress Renamed My Unborn Baby at Dinner. Then His Phone Lit Up...

When Nathan realized that sacrificing Sloane didn't stop Margaret Crane’s legal assault, he resorted to his final weapon: public leverage.

On Friday morning, Nathan scheduled an emergency press conference outside the Sterling Children's Hospital—a medical facility founded by my grandmother. He stood before a bank of news cameras, wearing a dark suit, holding a framed photo of us from our wedding day.

"My wife, Evelyn, is currently suffering from severe prenatal complications and emotional distress," Nathan announced to the reporters, dabbing his eyes with a handkerchief. "Due to her fragile mental state following our previous loss, she has been manipulated by aggressive legal advisors into making erratic financial decisions. I am asking the public for privacy as I file for emergency temporary conservatorship to protect my wife and my unborn daughter, Celeste."

I watched the live broadcast from my bed in the townhome.

He was trying to lock me away. He was trying to use the legal system to declare me incompetent, take control of the Sterling Trust, and name my child Celeste by court decree.

My phone rang. It was Margaret.

"He's playing dirty, Evie," Margaret said, her tone dark. "A conservatorship filing halts all asset freezes until a judge reviews her mental competence. He’s filed affidavits from two private doctors claiming you showed signs of extreme paranoia."

"Who were the doctors?" I asked, my voice dangerously still.

"Dr. Robert Hayes and Dr. Marcus Vance—his uncle," Margaret replied. "It’s a set-up."

I stood up from the bed, walked over to my desk, and opened a locked wooden box that had belonged to my grandmother. Inside was a small black leather notebook filled with names, dates, and account numbers dating back thirty years.

"Margaret," I said, turning a page. "Do you remember why my grandmother funded Dr. Robert Hayes’s cardiology wing ten years ago?"

"Because he was a brilliant surgeon?"

"No," I replied softly. "Because she caught him altering surgical logs to cover up malpractice, and she made him sign a quiet confession in exchange for not stripping his medical license. He owes his entire career to the Sterling estate."

I took a deep breath, placing my hand over my child.

"Cancel my afternoon appointment," I instructed Margaret. "We are going to hold our own press conference. But we aren't doing it outside a hospital."