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I learned early on that the Marino family rarely trusted outsiders. If they were going to choose a wife for Cassian, they would start by investigating her background. We had been together for five years. It wasn’t until I got pregnant that Cassian’s parents finally agreed to the wedding. To prove I wasn’t after their money, I signed a painstakingly detailed prenup with Cassian Marino. No one believed me anyway. Least of all Cassian’s childhood friend, Tessa. Tessa had a modest Instagram following and picked up acting work here and there. She always said I was a great actress. “She’s a master at faking it. Faking independence, faking affection, faking that whole fragile act. At the end of the day, she just wants to marry rich.” “Just wait,” she’d tell him. “She’ll start making demands soon enough. Either she’ll use the pregnancy to pressure you into changing the prenup, or she’ll threaten to call off the wedding unless you buy her an apartment. I can see it coming a mile away.” Cassian didn’t argue. He even nodded. “You’re right. Glad you pointed it out. I almost fell for it.” “Have the lawyer contact her,” Tessa said. “Add another clause to the prenup. After the wedding, she only gets two thousand dollars a month for household expenses. Make her sign it today.” Standing outside the office, I heard it all. I didn’t go in. I just turned and left. I didn’t want his money. I had never managed to earn his trust. There was no point in continuing this. I called a recruiter at an investment bank in New York. “I’ll take the Wall Street job.” … The moment I stepped out of Marino Group headquarters, my phone lit up. The lawyer had sent a document titled *Supplemental Prenuptial Clause*. “Cassian Marino will pay Fallon Vargas two thousand dollars per month for household expenses. Following the marriage, Fallon is required to remain at home to care for the child and the household…” Two thousand dollars. I used to be a stock analyst. My annual salary was three hundred thousand dollars. A month ago, when we got engaged, Cassian had held my hand and said, “Fallon, our child should have the best environment possible. I’d feel better if you stayed home.” Because of that one sentence, I quit my job. And now he was offering me two thousand dollars a month. I lowered my head and touched my stomach. Four months. This baby had come at the worst possible time. When I got to the clinic, Dr. Evans studied my test results, her expression somber. “Your clotting markers are off. We can’t do the procedure today. You’ll need to take medication for a week to get your numbers into a safe range.” I nodded numbly. I ran into Leo at the pharmacy when I went to pick up the prescription. He worked there. He was also Cassian’s cousin. I tensed immediately. It wasn’t that I was afraid of Cassian finding out. I just didn’t want this to spiral into even more drama. Ten minutes later, the call came. “You went to the clinic and scheduled a termination? What the hell are you trying to pull?” That was the first thing Cassian asked. Before I could answer, I heard Tessa’s voice in the background. “She just wants you to rush over and comfort her. If she really meant to do it, she’d have done it already. She wouldn’t pick a time like this.” “You should probably give her an unlimited credit card, too. It’s the same old playbook for women trying to get something out of a rich man.” Cassian’s voice dropped. “Fallon, is this really about money?” Listening to them dissect my motives over the phone, I just felt bone-tired. “Think whatever you want.” I hung up. When I got back to Cassian’s house in Buckhead, both he and Tessa were there. I hadn’t even taken off my shoes before Tessa strode over, snatched my bag, and started digging through it. She pulled out my medication, a smug look on her face. “Wasn’t she supposed to be having a procedure? Then what’s this clotting medication for?” She handed the bottle to Cassian. “I to......

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