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My husband wanted a family legacy with no place in it for me or our daughter. Fine. I decided to give him exactly what he wanted. Thirty-seven weeks pregnant, I stood in the stadium watching the rehearsal for his Hall of Fame ceremony. On the giant screen, he and his son were being celebrated as the pride of the Rourke family. He smiled with a raw, unguarded pride, as if only a boy deserved to carry on his name. Meanwhile, my daughter and I—my daughter, still safe inside me—didn’t even have a place on paper. Then the email from the insurance company landed in my inbox. He had changed the life insurance beneficiary, too. All of it, millions of dollars, was now assigned to his son. There was nothing for our daughter. Not a single penny. When the rehearsal ended, he walked right past me and pulled his son into his arms, the very picture of a real, complete family. I didn’t cry. I didn’t ask why. This wasn’t a momentary lapse in judgment. He had chosen this future a long time ago—a future without me or our daughter. I tightened my grip on my phone, a single thought hardening in my heart. If this is what he wants, I’ll make sure he gets it. Soon enough, he’ll find out who’s really being erased. … In the three years I’d been married to Cole, I had done everything I could to be a good stepmother. When Eli had a game, I sat in the front row and cheered for him. When his ex-wife, Tessa, called out of the blue saying a pipe had burst and Cole rushed over in the middle of the night, I never questioned it. When the three of them attended school events together, I even stepped out of the camera’s frame so Tessa couldn’t accuse me of trying to take her place. I thought that was simply the price of admission into the Rourke family. If I was patient enough, Cole would eventually make room for me and our daughter. But the insurance email and the video feed in the stadium told me otherwise. The next day, the Rourkes threw a barbecue for Cole. The backyard was packed with relatives. A row of football photos hung on the wall, from Cole’s great-grandfather down to Cole himself. Every man was in uniform, a football tucked under his arm, his name and the year engraved on a plaque beneath the frame. Not a single woman. Beverly, Cole’s mother, sat in the middle of the patio, showing Eli’s training videos to the family. “Look at that throwing form. Exactly like Cole when he was little.” A proud smile touched her lips. “In a few more years, Eli will be out there representing the Rourke family. He’s the future.” One of Cole’s aunts glanced at my stomach. “A girl is fine, I guess, but they’re more trouble in the long run. College, weddings… and in the end, they just take someone else’s last name.” Beverly replied mildly, “Which is why the mineral rights and family resources should go to the one who can truly carry on the family name.” They said it all so matter-of-factly, as if the baby in my belly wasn’t a child at all, but an investment guaranteed to lose money. Cole was sitting right across from me. He heard every word, but all he did was lower his head to cut Eli’s steak. He even smiled and reminded him, “Eat more. You need to build muscle for fall training.” I picked up the glass of iced tea on the table, then slowly let my fingers go slack. The glass shattered against the patio stone. Ice and tea splashed across the flagstones, and the laughter around us died instantly. Beverly frowned at me. “June, you’re about to be a mother. How are you still so clumsy?” I ignored her and looked straight at Cole. “Did you change the sole beneficiary on your life insurance to Eli?” The steak knife in his hand froze. Every eye at the table turned to him. He lowered his voice. “We’ll talk about this at home.” “No. We’ll talk about it right here.” I set my phone on the table. The insurance company’s confirmation email glowed on the screen. “Millions of dollars, all of it to Eli. Our daughter, Lucy, doesn’t get a c......

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