“She’s weak. No ambition. No energy. You’re different. When you give me a son, I’ll leave everything for you.”

He said it casually, as though such promises meant nothing.

Meanwhile, Emily endured hours of exhausting labor. Just before sunrise, a baby girl was born—small and delicate, but breathing strong.

They named her Grace.

Shortly after the birth, Emily slipped into unconsciousness from exhaustion.

The next afternoon, Jason drove back to his house in Bellevue, irritated but confident. He assumed Emily had followed his instructions and gone back to her parents’ home in shame.

Instead, he found the gates standing open.

A moving truck was parked in the driveway. Two workers were carrying furniture out of the house—the crib he had refused to assemble, Emily’s antique dressing table, even the leather chair from his office.

“What the hell is this?” Jason shouted as he stormed toward them. “Who told you to move my things?”

A man in a well-tailored suit stepped out of the front door, holding a leather briefcase. It was Mr. Reynolds, the lawyer who had managed Emily’s family matters for years.

“Mr. Walker,” he said calmly. “Perfect timing.”

“Timing for what? Where’s Emily? Where’s the baby?”

“Mrs. Walker is safe, and her daughter is healthy. Her name is Grace. A fitting name, wouldn’t you say?”

Jason let out an uneasy laugh. “I told her to go back to her parents’. Didn’t expect her to move out this quickly. Fine. I’ll just change the locks.”

Mr. Reynolds remained composed.

“That won’t be necessary. This house belongs to Mrs. Walker.”

Jason’s smile slowly disappeared.

“What do you mean? I paid for this house.”

“With money from her family trust,” the attorney replied calmly. “Five years ago you signed a prenuptial agreement. Separate assets. If infidelity or emotional abandonment occurs, she keeps full rights to the house and any joint business funded by her inheritance.”

Jason felt the color drain from his face.

“Infidelity? You can’t prove anything.”