Nicholas
The sound of my son’s broken sobbing echoed in my head long after Faith had carried him upstairs to bed.
I sat alone in the dark of my study, staring at my trembling hands. The guilt sitting in my chest was a physical weight, heavy enough to choke me. I had cornered her. In my desperate, suffocating terror of losing Noah to my parents, I had reduced Faith’s kindness to a transaction. I had handed a price tag to the one woman who had brought my son back to life, forcing her to choose between her own dignity and a little boy's fragile heart.
I hated myself for it.
The study door opened quietly, and Arthur Vance stepped inside, setting a thick white folder on my desk.
"Here is the finalized draft for the temporary marital agreement, Nicholas," Arthur said softly, adjusting his g
