The Condition
“I want my daughters back,” she said smoothly.
My stomach tightened.
“Why now?” I asked quietly.
She smiled and placed a document on top of the envelope.
“There’s just one condition.”
Emma’s voice trembled slightly.
“What condition?”
Lauren’s smile widened.
“You have to choose me over your father.”
The words hung in the air like poison.
She continued calmly, explaining that if the girls publicly declared that I had failed them and that she was the one capable of giving them a real future, the money and opportunities would belong to them.
To her, it was a business deal.
To me, it felt like a betrayal eighteen years in the making.
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