A Parting Gift of Forged Records
On our tenth wedding anniversary, my husband, Julian Croft, moved his terminally ill first love, Chloe Reed, into our Upper East Side penthouse apartment under the guise of a "private nurse," despite my objections.
Julian accused me of being cold-hearted and cruel. "Ava, you're not worth a single hair on Chloe's head!"
My own son, Caleb, sided with them, threatening to cut me out of his life if I didn't let Chloe move in.
Something inside me snapped. I would get a divorce and return to the world of architecture.
But when that father and son saw the forged medical records, they were drowned in regret.
"Ava, she tricked me! You're the one I've always loved!"
"Mom, are you abandoning me? I'm your only son!"
I didn't waste a single glance on them.
Who were these pathetic fools blocking my path? I had a Pritzker Prize to accept.
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