During our divorce trial, my billionaire husband mocked my eight-month pregnancy. "You're going to leave empty-handed," he said, while his mistress giggled in the background. I didn't cry. I just looked at my lawyer… and a forgotten clause in our prenuptial agreement turned his smile into horror.

Synopsis

The first time my husband called our unborn child a “financial inconvenience,” he did it under oath. The second time, he smiled at me as if breaking my heart were just another acquisition. The divorce courtroom was cold enough to make my fingers ache. I sat beside my lawyer, eight months pregnant, one hand beneath the curve of my belly while Julian Cross…