A paternity test confirmed Ryan was the father.
But the child would not inherit the Vance estate the way Joyce had expected.
Because the estate had been reorganized.
The controlling shares were mine.
The trust was mine.
And I had created a protected education and medical fund for the baby.
Not because I loved Ryan.
Not because I forgave Norah.
But because the child had done nothing wrong.
When Daniel told me, I nodded.
“That’s enough.”
He smiled.
“I thought you’d say that.”
A year after the Instagram wedding, I stood outside my new home.
It wasn’t the mansion.
I didn’t want it.
I had bought a smaller property overlooking the Tennessee hills.
It had wide windows.
A long porch.
A garden.
And enough space for peace.
I was drinking coffee when my phone rang.
Daniel.
“It’s over.”
I smiled.
“What?”
“Ryan accepted the plea agreement.”
